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 Cyprus and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Archie Shepp 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Babytalk,
the Germs,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Halsall,
Morten Harket,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-Ray Spex,
Smog,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Barracudas,
Soft Cell,
X-101,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Lindisfarne,
Surgeon,
Dennis Brown,
Urselle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masters at Work,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalann,
Joy Division,
F. McDonald,
Fugazi,
Boogie Down Productions,
Connie Case,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Simply Red,
Chrome,
Underground Resistance,
The Cramps,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Parry Music,
Gabor Szabo,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Mills,
Fatback Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ice-T,
Faust,
Television Personalities,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mars,
AZ,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
Crooked Eye,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.