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 Egypt and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
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 organ 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Remains,
F. McDonald,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blues Magoos,
Gichy Dan,
The Velvet Underground,
The Misunderstood,
Barry Ungar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Enemy,
The Angels of Light,
Tom Boy,
Das Ding,
Ken Boothe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
Chris & Cosey,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
Index,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Wells,
Skarface,
Avey Tare,
Black Flag,
Jacques Brel,
Technova,
Supertramp,
Neu!,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
MC5,
Warsaw,
Mandrill,
Don Cherry,
Jacob Miller,
John Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
The Barracudas,
Zero Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
Charles Mingus,
Graham Central Station,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
Scientists,
Audionom,
Youth Brigade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.