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 Korea North and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lee Hazlewood to the punk 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Vladislav Delay,
Gong,
Tears for Fears,
Hardrive,
The Searchers,
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Junior Murvin,
Sandy B,
Dead Boys,
Faraquet,
The Remains,
Godley & Creme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Prince Buster,
Sällskapet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television,
The Associates,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Hill,
B.T. Express,
Gang Starr,
Zapp,
Juan Atkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Barrington Levy,
The Stooges,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Howard Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gap Band,
Audionom,
The Evens,
Crooked Eye,
Simply Red,
The United States of America,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Axelrod,
Japan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brass Construction,
Television Personalities,
Guru Guru,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fatback Band,
Tres Demented,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxette,
The Barracudas,
Gang of Four,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Tremeloes,
Cal Tjader,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.