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 Uzbekistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Techniques,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dirtbombs,
Pierre Henry,
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deakin,
Gabor Szabo,
Newcleus,
Al Stewart,
Bush Tetras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Buzzcocks,
The Cure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
Davy DMX,
Public Enemy,
Max Romeo,
Arab on Radar,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Sneak,
Adolescents,
Massinfluence,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suicide,
Black Bananas,
Monks,
R.M.O.,
Lyres,
Thee Headcoats,
Nirvana,
The Doors,
Sällskapet,
Bronski Beat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker,
Patti Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Young Marble Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Skatalites,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultra Naté,
AZ,
Joe Finger,
Silicon Teens,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.