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 Tanzania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Archie Shepp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Goldenarms,
Derrick Morgan,
Magma,
Brick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Vogues,
The Litter,
Cal Tjader,
Stetsasonic,
U.S. Maple,
The Zeros,
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
Newcleus,
Ituana,
Prince Buster,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
Aaron Thompson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerri Chandler,
Hasil Adkins,
The Angels of Light,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yaz,
Depeche Mode,
Quadrant,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
The Gap Band,
Motorama,
R.M.O.,
The Smoke,
Easy Going,
Sex Pistols,
Eddi Front,
The Cure,
Donny Hathaway,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bush Tetras,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.