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 India and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 American Breed to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Bronski Beat,
Massinfluence,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MDC,
Cheater Slicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minutemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Standells,
Wings,
Ponytail,
Oblivians,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Black Dice,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharoah Sanders,
H. Thieme,
Rufus Thomas,
Blancmange,
John Lydon,
cv313,
Ornette Coleman,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang On A Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tears for Fears,
Kaleidoscope,
Harmonia,
The Litter,
John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Eve St. Jones,
Mad Mike,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reagan Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Schoolly D,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Evens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Lungfish,
The Offenders,
Boredoms,
The Stooges,
The Blackbyrds,
Alison Limerick,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
Sister Nancy,
Cluster,
Marc Almond,
David McCallum,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.