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 Latvia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Silicon Teens to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Junior Murvin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
The Remains,
KRS-One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Leaves,
Tubeway Army,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suicide,
Erasure,
Thompson Twins,
The Invisible,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Skatalites,
Joey Negro,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unwound,
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
FM Einheit,
The Gap Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Newcleus,
David Axelrod,
Procol Harum,
Popol Vuh,
The Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Main Source,
Minnie Riperton,
Charles Mingus,
Sun City Girls,
Agitation Free,
The Raincoats,
David Bowie,
Sister Nancy,
Rosa Yemen,
Maleditus Sound,
The Zeros,
Toni Rubio,
Royal Trux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
Monks,
Monolake,
The Names,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.