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 Ireland and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Residents,
Nils Olav,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Whodini,
Boz Scaggs,
Los Fastidios,
Icehouse,
Zapp,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Görl,
Alice Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
The Offenders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sällskapet,
Quantec,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barrington Levy,
Swell Maps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ice-T,
Grey Daturas,
Brass Construction,
Vainqueur,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Count Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aaron Thompson,
Althea and Donna,
Gregory Isaacs,
Freddie Wadling,
The United States of America,
The Beau Brummels,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Morten Harket,
Gichy Dan,
Minor Threat,
Max Romeo,
Connie Case,
Janne Schatter,
Monolake,
Scratch Acid,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
Fugazi,
The Golliwogs,
the Sonics,
Smog,
Ponytail,
Pole,
Laurel Aitken,
Make Up,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.