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 Moldova and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bill Wells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Hot Snakes,
Supertramp,
John Lydon,
Basic Channel,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moleskins,
The Zeros,
The Fugs,
Sandy B,
Sonic Youth,
Subhumans,
Tom Boy,
Goldenarms,
Brothers Johnson,
Slave,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Freddie Wadling,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pylon,
Ken Boothe,
Charles Mingus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sister Nancy,
the Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Connie Case,
Dead Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ten City,
The Stooges,
Fat Boys,
Anakelly,
Mission of Burma,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pere Ubu,
Warren Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young,
The Gories,
John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Essential Logic,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-102,
The Residents,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare,
Crime,
Jacques Brel,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.