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 Paraguay and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 The Barracudas to the rap 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats 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?
Vladislav Delay,
Jandek,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Young Rascals,
The Fortunes,
The Gladiators,
Technova,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q and Not U,
Mr. Review,
Nirvana,
Black Pus,
Sight & Sound,
The Searchers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Leaves,
Amazonics,
Audionom,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gories,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suicide,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pere Ubu,
UT,
Ronnie Foster,
Icehouse,
Rotary Connection,
Animal Collective,
Can,
Peter & Gordon,
One Last Wish,
Quantec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bad Manners,
The Doors,
Max Romeo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Youth Brigade,
Magma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
Warsaw,
The Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joensuu 1685,
Dark Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Sister Nancy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Depeche Mode,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Schoolly D,
Agent Orange,
Crooked Eye,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.