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 Switzerland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Fania All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '50s 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 Public Enemy 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?
Darondo,
Joey Negro,
Moss Icon,
The Selecter,
A Certain Ratio,
The Neon Judgement,
Kurtis Blow,
The Litter,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ken Boothe,
Young Marble Giants,
Malaria!,
Average White Band,
Johnny Clarke,
The Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pagans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Toni Rubio,
Glenn Branca,
Urselle,
The Cure,
Basic Channel,
a-ha,
The Cowsills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
The Techniques,
Isaac Hayes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warsaw,
Mantronix,
Groovy Waters,
Public Enemy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Motions,
Roger Hodgson,
Sister Nancy,
Porter Ricks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Parrish,
Skaos,
Alphaville,
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman,
Aaron Thompson,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
The Black Dice,
The Trojans,
This Heat,
Nirvana,
The Beau Brummels,
Hot Snakes,
Archie Shepp,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.