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 Japan and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Urselle to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The J.B.'s,
Black Pus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Wyatt,
Eden Ahbez,
The Skatalites,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sandy B,
Eddi Front,
EPMD,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rites of Spring,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soulsonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Alton Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
New Age Steppers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers,
The Cure,
Parry Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Man Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
The Tremeloes,
Lakeside,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Flamin' Groovies,
cv313,
Skriet,
Fugazi,
Bauhaus,
Hashim,
The Index,
Erasure,
The Selecter,
the Swans,
Darondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amazonics,
Stiv Bators,
Anakelly,
Kerri Chandler,
Adolescents,
Brand Nubian,
10cc,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.