Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vietnam and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Magma to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Sister Nancy,
Drexciya,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Evens,
The Slackers,
Toni Rubio,
The Grass Roots,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lee Hazlewood,
China Crisis,
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aloha Tigers,
Unwound,
Scratch Acid,
Boredoms,
Patti Smith,
X-102,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agitation Free,
Susan Cadogan,
The Litter,
Bill Wells,
Mantronix,
Loose Ends,
Blake Baxter,
The Cowsills,
Byron Stingily,
Depeche Mode,
Althea and Donna,
Cameo,
The Seeds,
Oblivians,
Freddie Wadling,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra,
Animal Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
In Retrospect,
Nirvana,
Kaleidoscope,
Quantec,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Nils Olav,
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
The Smoke,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
A Certain Ratio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.