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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Symarip to the techno 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blake Baxter,
Parry Music,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
Maurizio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cramps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The American Breed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sixth Finger,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence,
The Cure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nico,
The Gories,
The Shadows of Knight,
Symarip,
Harmonia,
Ossler,
Nirvana,
Youth Brigade,
The Standells,
The Techniques,
The Fall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shoche,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Names,
Yazoo,
Easy Going,
Gong,
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Severed Heads,
X-101,
Sällskapet,
Black Pus,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacques Brel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cecil Taylor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Enemy,
Marc Almond,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.