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 Chad and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 The Divine Comedy to the rap 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Joyce Sims,
Graham Central Station,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Icehouse,
Technova,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins,
Aural Exciters,
Nirvana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Interpol,
Supertramp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marine Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Television,
Bluetip,
Mars,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
Goldenarms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gladiators,
Jerry's Kids,
Procol Harum,
The Move,
Throbbing Gristle,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ponytail,
Deakin,
Little Man,
Judy Mowatt,
Camouflage,
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare,
Pussy Galore,
The Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hoover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dual Sessions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ornette Coleman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.