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 Belize and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hot Snakes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Bill Near,
Whodini,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Don Cherry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rekid,
Marvin Gaye,
The Victims,
Suicide,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultimate Spinach,
L. Decosne,
Dave Gahan,
Section 25,
John Lydon,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Golliwogs,
Mr. Review,
Youth Brigade,
Little Man,
Ornette Coleman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reuben Wilson,
K-Klass,
The United States of America,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Seeds,
Morten Harket,
The New Christs,
Quando Quango,
D'Angelo,
Altered Images,
The Busters,
Kayak,
Faust,
The J.B.'s,
CMW,
Maurizio,
Man Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Eli Mardock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacob Miller,
David McCallum,
Babytalk,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Green,
The Slackers,
Main Source,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erykah Badu,
The Sonics,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.