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 Saudi Arabia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 This Heat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Red Krayola,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Terry,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Josef K,
Bobby Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Groovy Waters,
Deadbeat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Rundgren,
Pulsallama,
Babytalk,
In Retrospect,
Swans,
Pantytec,
Peter & Gordon,
Morten Harket,
Ten City,
Nils Olav,
The Monochrome Set,
Harmonia,
Masters at Work,
Sparks,
Eddi Front,
These Immortal Souls,
Porter Ricks,
David Axelrod,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Japan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Janne Schatter,
Mr. Review,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pylon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tim Buckley,
The Motions,
Skriet,
Malaria!,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dirtbombs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Invisible,
Bang On A Can,
Soul II Soul,
Fatback Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
Radiopuhelimet,
Franke,
Ronnie Foster,
Audionom,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.