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 Italy and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Five Americans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s.
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 Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can,
The Stooges,
Mo-Dettes,
Outsiders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Sugar Minott,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy Collins,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
Motorama,
Tears for Fears,
Wasted Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Radiopuhelimet,
James White and The Blacks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Wells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anthony Braxton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Henry Cow,
Howard Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glambeats Corp.,
Guru Guru,
Janne Schatter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sister Nancy,
Gabor Szabo,
Quantec,
Massinfluence,
Radiohead,
48th St. Collective,
Schoolly D,
The Offenders,
Sparks,
The American Breed,
Neu!,
The Trojans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
The New Christs,
Dead Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
The Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Blancmange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.