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 Bangladesh and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 cv313 to the funk 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Sherman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Malaria!,
Andrew Hill,
Silicon Teens,
The Gun Club,
Unwound,
The Count Five,
Sex Pistols,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Curtis Mayfield,
Model 500,
Delta 5,
Unrelated Segments,
The Raincoats,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Agent Orange,
Sight & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Cale,
Agitation Free,
The Knickerbockers,
Moby Grape,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Blake Baxter,
EPMD,
Japan,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
Suicide,
Massinfluence,
The Motions,
Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swell Maps,
June Days,
Patti Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joy Division,
The Velvet Underground,
Sugar Minott,
Das Ding,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gladiators,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fall,
Shoche,
The Associates,
The Remains,
Alton Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Gabor Szabo,
Basic Channel,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.