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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Franke to the electroclash 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Supertramp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marmalade,
Unrelated Segments,
The Residents,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott Heron,
China Crisis,
Chrome,
Deakin,
Roxette,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fugazi,
World's Most,
Warren Ellis,
Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Five Americans,
Lindisfarne,
The Kinks,
Gichy Dan,
The Skatalites,
Mad Mike,
Donny Hathaway,
Albert Ayler,
Skriet,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
John Holt,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pole,
Sixth Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül II,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wire,
Josef K,
EPMD,
H. Thieme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masters at Work,
Television,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.