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 Kenya and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Toasters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Gories,
the Association,
Gong,
Black Sheep,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Livin' Joy,
Deepchord,
Rapeman,
Arcadia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Don Cherry,
Sam Rivers,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerri Chandler,
Rod Modell,
Iggy Pop,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin,
Faraquet,
DJ Style,
The Names,
Johnny Clarke,
KRS-One,
Unwound,
Black Pus,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
Howard Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Associates,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Barracudas,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker,
MC5,
Black Bananas,
Aloha Tigers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Star Department,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Hill,
The New Christs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Lynne,
Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Mantronix,
The Martian,
Eric Dolphy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rotary Connection,
Deakin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.