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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soulsonic Force to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brass Construction,
Lower 48,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rosa Yemen,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smoke,
Sarah Menescal,
T.S.O.L.,
Hashim,
Davy DMX,
The Gories,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scion,
Gichy Dan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Wells,
June of 44,
Jeff Lynne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Eden Ahbez,
Nik Kershaw,
Junior Murvin,
Boz Scaggs,
The Five Americans,
Organ,
JFA,
Ultravox,
Technova,
Bob Dylan,
Minutemen,
Monolake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Standells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
CMW,
Pagans,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
The Busters,
Moss Icon,
Max Romeo,
Wasted Youth,
Chrome,
Shoche,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Groovy Waters,
Lungfish,
Duran Duran,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rekid,
Marvin Gaye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.