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 Fiji and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mummies to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Nico,
OOIOO,
Sugar Minott,
Black Moon,
Minutemen,
Half Japanese,
Joy Division,
Black Bananas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Circle Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deepchord,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxette,
Rhythm & Sound,
Japan,
The Fall,
Monks,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
The Zeros,
Easy Going,
MC5,
Young Marble Giants,
The Remains,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minny Pops,
Parry Music,
Black Sheep,
Lyres,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
Zapp,
Dark Day,
Subhumans,
Carl Craig,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Second Layer,
DJ Style,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Trojans,
Jeff Lynne,
Harry Pussy,
Zero Boys,
The Move,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arab on Radar,
Make Up,
Tim Buckley,
Thompson Twins,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lindisfarne,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.