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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 ABC to the grunge 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Eddi Front,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quantec,
Soft Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rod Modell,
Brothers Johnson,
Audionom,
Man Eating Sloth,
Das Ding,
Ossler,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vladislav Delay,
Josef K,
Idris Muhammad,
Scan 7,
Smog,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantaleimon,
MC5,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
The Busters,
Glenn Branca,
PIL,
Fela Kuti,
Gang of Four,
Little Man,
Reuben Wilson,
Michelle Simonal,
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
These Immortal Souls,
Eden Ahbez,
Nico,
The Vogues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Lydon,
The Techniques,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aswad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grauzone,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.