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 Slovakia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Prince Buster to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Nirvana,
Anthony Braxton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxette,
Country Teasers,
Parry Music,
The Birthday Party,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glenn Branca,
Peter and Kerry,
Mr. Review,
The Zeros,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Terry,
Q and Not U,
Scratch Acid,
Von Mondo,
Wings,
H. Thieme,
The Smoke,
Depeche Mode,
Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Marvin Gaye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boredoms,
Laurel Aitken,
Brick,
Tears for Fears,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marmalade,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
Thee Headcoats,
The Black Dice,
Inner City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
Lightning Bolt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fuzztones,
Nik Kershaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Isaac Hayes,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Absolute Body Control,
Davy DMX,
Buzzcocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nils Olav,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.