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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
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 chamberlin 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 Audionom to the disco 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Minutemen,
Essential Logic,
Shuggie Otis,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
The Cowsills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joy Division,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
Toni Rubio,
Sister Nancy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Move,
Angry Samoans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fatback Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Martian,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
China Crisis,
K-Klass,
Jawbox,
Quadrant,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pretty Things,
Eddi Front,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Howard Jones,
Cluster,
John Holt,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
The Raincoats,
The Searchers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Franke,
Johnny Clarke,
June of 44,
The Cramps,
Qualms,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MDC,
The Residents,
The Kinks,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.