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 Fiji and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pole to the crunk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Simply Red,
Chris & Cosey,
8 Eyed Spy,
China Crisis,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
Ten City,
ABBA,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
Rites of Spring,
The Smoke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Eurythmics,
Alphaville,
Mission of Burma,
The Fall,
KRS-One,
David Bowie,
The Doors,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quando Quango,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Parrish,
John Lydon,
Rosa Yemen,
UT,
Masters at Work,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Green,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visage,
Ronan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter and Kerry,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Flag,
The Cramps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Niagra,
Cymande,
Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.