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 Malta and from London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joensuu 1685 to the crunk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Television,
Circle Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Ken Boothe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Youth Brigade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
Grauzone,
June Days,
Nas,
Shoche,
Outsiders,
Rites of Spring,
The Victims,
Erasure,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
Yazoo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doors,
Hardrive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiohead,
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Style,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Görl,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
Dual Sessions,
UT,
E-Dancer,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacques Brel,
Ice-T,
Juan Atkins,
Blossom Toes,
Charles Mingus,
Unwound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
Ludus,
Brand Nubian,
Maurizio,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.