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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Tom Boy to the crunk 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Jandek,
Rod Modell,
Roger Hodgson,
Tommy Roe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rites of Spring,
Stiv Bators,
Lalann,
Kayak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smiths,
Amazonics,
Dawn Penn,
Surgeon,
Television Personalities,
Circle Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
The Toasters,
Joey Negro,
The Trojans,
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dark Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Smooth,
New Order,
June Days,
World's Most,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moody Blues,
The Grass Roots,
Kaleidoscope,
Q and Not U,
Jawbox,
Rapeman,
Brass Construction,
Sandy B,
Bang On A Can,
Lungfish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonic Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Morten Harket,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quantec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48,
Jacques Brel,
The Cowsills,
Crooked Eye,
Cymande,
Subhumans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.