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 Uganda and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television Personalities to the grunge 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Ludus,
Agent Orange,
The Blues Magoos,
Vladislav Delay,
Erykah Badu,
Index,
Deadbeat,
Warren Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stiv Bators,
Sister Nancy,
Funkadelic,
Girls At Our Best!,
T.S.O.L.,
The Leaves,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Adolescents,
Mars,
Pulsallama,
Boz Scaggs,
Chrome,
Heaven 17,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blancmange,
Scrapy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mark Hollis,
Yellowson,
The Vogues,
Thompson Twins,
the Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hoover,
The Gun Club,
Rekid,
Ultravox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Basic Channel,
The Tremeloes,
Subhumans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
EPMD,
Groovy Waters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Association,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick May,
Lungfish,
Gong,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.