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 Argentina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Camouflage 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
10cc,
Crash Course in Science,
Cameo,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
Terry Callier,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
The Leaves,
Slick Rick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quando Quango,
Albert Ayler,
F. McDonald,
Talk Talk,
The Martian,
Subhumans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grauzone,
Underground Resistance,
Y Pants,
Procol Harum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sex Pistols,
Fad Gadget,
X-102,
Sarah Menescal,
The Grass Roots,
The Fuzztones,
Kerri Chandler,
Aural Exciters,
Pierre Henry,
The Invisible,
The Tremeloes,
Flash Fearless,
Smog,
Accadde A,
The Standells,
Panda Bear,
Animal Collective,
Mad Mike,
World's Most,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
The Red Krayola,
Fatback Band,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swell Maps,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.