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 Brunei and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Average White Band to the dance 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Mr. Review,
Faust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cramps,
Eddi Front,
Harmonia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crooked Eye,
Blossom Toes,
La Düsseldorf,
Jandek,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Dolphy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Whodini,
David Axelrod,
Yellowson,
Metal Thangz,
T.S.O.L.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
World's Most,
The Dead C,
Vainqueur,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Ice-T,
Lindisfarne,
John Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Charles Mingus,
The Black Dice,
In Retrospect,
Cheater Slicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minutemen,
Rufus Thomas,
K-Klass,
Crime,
Howard Jones,
Fatback Band,
Moss Icon,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
Rosa Yemen,
The Vogues,
Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ludus,
Hot Snakes,
Wings,
Average White Band,
Fugazi,
Royal Trux,
Symarip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.