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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 The Toasters to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Golliwogs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA,
Pierre Henry,
48th St. Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sound,
The Trojans,
Index,
Scott Walker,
The Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Kaleidoscope,
Donald Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy Collins,
Whodini,
CMW,
Ken Boothe,
The Buckinghams,
The Grass Roots,
Trumans Water,
Supertramp,
Davy DMX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barry Ungar,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool Moe Dee,
New York Dolls,
Joe Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Brick,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
The Raincoats,
Tim Buckley,
the Fania All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
The Velvet Underground,
Rakim,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
E-Dancer,
Sonic Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Infiniti,
Youth Brigade,
Zapp,
Don Cherry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slave,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.