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 Indonesia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Minor Threat to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Audionom,
Bad Manners,
a-ha,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Standells,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Newcleus,
Adolescents,
Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronan,
One Last Wish,
Erykah Badu,
The Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camouflage,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moody Blues,
U.S. Maple,
Cameo,
Infiniti,
Dead Boys,
Pole,
The Young Rascals,
the Germs,
Max Romeo,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Essential Logic,
Yusef Lateef,
Eurythmics,
DJ Sneak,
Aaron Thompson,
New York Dolls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Fraelich,
Nils Olav,
AZ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City,
Minor Threat,
Lucky Dragons,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mission of Burma,
Sonny Sharrock,
F. McDonald,
Groovy Waters,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.