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 San Marino and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Laurel Aitken to the dance 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cramps,
Mission of Burma,
Lucky Dragons,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Copeland,
Jacob Miller,
Niagra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Accadde A,
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Malaria!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy Collins,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlback,
Can,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magma,
Motorama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
Q and Not U,
Jandek,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stereo Dub,
Swans,
Ludus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Davy DMX,
Rotary Connection,
Junior Murvin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül,
Schoolly D,
Kool Moe Dee,
Parry Music,
Bronski Beat,
Delta 5,
Kerri Chandler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Desert Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thee Headcoats,
Scion,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Motions,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.