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 Ghana and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Slick Rick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Fluxion,
Dark Day,
Royal Trux,
Fad Gadget,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
The Index,
The Count Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül II,
Bluetip,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Machine,
Al Stewart,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mantronix,
The Misunderstood,
Hoover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols,
Funky Four + One,
The Monks,
Make Up,
Crime,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jandek,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pussy Galore,
Lindisfarne,
The Gun Club,
The Birthday Party,
Zero Boys,
Monolake,
Pantytec,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ornette Coleman,
Mission of Burma,
Goldenarms,
The Mojo Men,
LL Cool J,
Nils Olav,
Faust,
Dead Boys,
Eddi Front,
X-102,
June Days,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flash Fearless,
Blossom Toes,
Pole,
David Bowie,
Nico,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Carl Craig,
The Grass Roots,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.