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 Grenada and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 Mojo Men to the rap 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
China Crisis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rapeman,
Archie Shepp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
DNA,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
Ituana,
Gang Starr,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Royal Trux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mummies,
Panda Bear,
Jacob Miller,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
Harry Pussy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
One Last Wish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Icehouse,
Rekid,
The Smoke,
the Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doors,
Faust,
Adolescents,
Shoche,
The Birthday Party,
The Sound,
Black Flag,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Womack,
Y Pants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane,
Grauzone,
James White and The Blacks,
Qualms,
Godley & Creme,
Leonard Cohen,
MC5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
Lyres,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nas,
The Wake,
Colin Newman,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One,
Wasted Youth,
The Monks,
The Move,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.