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 Swaziland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Absolute Body Control to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Terry,
Rotary Connection,
June Days,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Copeland,
the Swans,
PIL,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mr. Review,
Deepchord,
Surgeon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Lydon,
Fat Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masters at Work,
Moby Grape,
ABC,
Sällskapet,
Eli Mardock,
Joyce Sims,
B.T. Express,
The Electric Prunes,
DNA,
The Angels of Light,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Junior Murvin,
Sun City Girls,
The Smoke,
Hot Snakes,
Faraquet,
Altered Images,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers,
Dark Day,
The Moody Blues,
Excepter,
Scott Walker,
Lower 48,
Eden Ahbez,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
The Stooges,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.