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 Cambodia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Robert Palmer 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 Monks to the crunk 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The New Christs,
EPMD,
JFA,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Outsiders,
Pagans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Standells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Idris Muhammad,
Susan Cadogan,
The Barracudas,
The Happenings,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Surgeon,
La Düsseldorf,
Arcadia,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Residents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fear,
The Monks,
Jawbox,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Searchers,
X-102,
Roy Ayers,
MC5,
Ludus,
Brothers Johnson,
Reagan Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Josef K,
Amazonics,
Dennis Brown,
Cybotron,
The Pop Group,
Gong,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Five Americans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Accadde A,
Loose Ends,
Mr. Review,
Rapeman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alison Limerick,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Görl,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.