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 South and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 K-Klass to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Young Rascals,
Agent Orange,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Japan,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mr. Review,
The Mummies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Saints,
Jimmy McGriff,
China Crisis,
The Doors,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonic Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
The United States of America,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hasil Adkins,
Reagan Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Easy Going,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Offenders,
Maurizio,
Ornette Coleman,
Charles Mingus,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gories,
Piero Umiliani,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Machine,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers,
The Moleskins,
The Index,
The Real Kids,
Graham Central Station,
PIL,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sällskapet,
Ronan,
Dave Gahan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Colin Newman,
Joe Finger,
The Trojans,
The Motions,
Ice-T,
Cecil Taylor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Basic Channel,
Grey Daturas,
The Cowsills,
MC5,
Sandy B,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.