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 Bolivia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dual Sessions to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Infiniti,
Suicide,
The Knickerbockers,
T.S.O.L.,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
The Human League,
Ponytail,
Slick Rick,
Agent Orange,
Interpol,
Underground Resistance,
Peter & Gordon,
Rotary Connection,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül II,
Fugazi,
Eric B and Rakim,
June Days,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
Delta 5,
The Zeros,
Gang Green,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Qualms,
Joe Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Jandek,
Rekid,
Magazine,
Outsiders,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DNA,
Moby Grape,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Franke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angry Samoans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maurizio,
The J.B.'s,
Black Moon,
Marc Almond,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronan,
Sandy B,
The Gladiators,
Loose Ends,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.