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 Canada and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 June Days to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Theoretical Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed,
The Cowsills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Intrusion,
The Gap Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lindisfarne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eddi Front,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Selecter,
Crime,
The Techniques,
ABC,
Black Flag,
The Residents,
DNA,
Scrapy,
Average White Band,
Camberwell Now,
New York Dolls,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
Ponytail,
B.T. Express,
Ossler,
Scion,
Tim Buckley,
Spoonie Gee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pere Ubu,
The Zeros,
Supertramp,
The Neon Judgement,
A Certain Ratio,
The Standells,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
Parry Music,
Jerry's Kids,
the Slits,
Nico,
FM Einheit,
Desert Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thee Headcoats,
Clear Light,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
Lower 48,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker,
Gabor Szabo,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.