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 Armenia and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 The Move to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Audionom,
Iggy Pop,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
One Last Wish,
Thompson Twins,
Tim Buckley,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Camouflage,
Vladislav Delay,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quantec,
Black Flag,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
Bill Wells,
The Tremeloes,
Kurtis Blow,
Make Up,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bush Tetras,
The Wake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mad Mike,
Pussy Galore,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra,
Ohio Players,
Smog,
Sugar Minott,
Henry Cow,
Monolake,
Morten Harket,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nas,
E-Dancer,
The Barracudas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fatback Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Excepter,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
Interpol,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Residents,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Associates,
Country Teasers,
The Remains,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.