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 Nauru and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Five Americans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Age Steppers,
Silicon Teens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dead Boys,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Urselle,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
Audionom,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mad Mike,
Funky Four + One,
kango's stein massive,
Stiv Bators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
The Residents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Mandrill,
Ultra Naté,
The Misunderstood,
The Mojo Men,
Interpol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
The Standells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun City Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Nirvana,
Visage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wally Richardson,
Deepchord,
Deakin,
Fad Gadget,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pole,
Soulsonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sparks,
Carl Craig,
Minny Pops,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
B.T. Express,
Lungfish,
The Knickerbockers,
ABC,
Connie Case,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cymande,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marvin Gaye,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.