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 Vanuatu and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Suicide to the grime 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rufus Thomas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
10cc,
The Gories,
Negative Approach,
Warren Ellis,
Inner City,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Stooges,
Mo-Dettes,
The Evens,
JFA,
Underground Resistance,
Quantec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eurythmics,
Fugazi,
Royal Trux,
Sex Pistols,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Sherman,
Letta Mbulu,
Tom Boy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Clarke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Leonard Cohen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Subhumans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Panda Bear,
Deadbeat,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young,
World's Most,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sparks,
AZ,
Circle Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-101,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gap Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nirvana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dark Day,
Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.