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 Portugal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wings to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Half Japanese,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zero Boys,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Buzzcocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
Rod Modell,
Quando Quango,
Underground Resistance,
Colin Newman,
U.S. Maple,
Bauhaus,
The Litter,
Crime,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unwound,
Moss Icon,
Cheater Slicks,
The Evens,
Alison Limerick,
The Beau Brummels,
John Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blossom Toes,
Oneida,
Yazoo,
Robert Wyatt,
Ice-T,
The Barracudas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brothers Johnson,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Flag,
The Saints,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music,
Derrick May,
10cc,
Max Romeo,
Moebius,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.