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 Uganda and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 10cc to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-101,
Ituana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick Morgan,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
Chrome,
Ultravox,
ABBA,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Loose Ends,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Davy DMX,
The Blackbyrds,
a-ha,
Sugar Minott,
Anthony Braxton,
Maurizio,
Siglo XX,
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
Surgeon,
Accadde A,
Sparks,
Desert Stars,
Colin Newman,
Mr. Review,
Faraquet,
The Offenders,
Basic Channel,
Tres Demented,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Whodini,
Neil Young,
Scratch Acid,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Motions,
Marc Almond,
The Sound,
Moebius,
Animal Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Skatalites,
Rufus Thomas,
Maleditus Sound,
Minny Pops,
Second Layer,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James Chance & The Contortions,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.