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 New Zealand and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Girls At Our Best! to the dance 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yellowson,
Mission of Burma,
Goldenarms,
Davy DMX,
The Knickerbockers,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül II,
Quadrant,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonic Youth,
Slick Rick,
Black Flag,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ten City,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
The Index,
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
Tubeway Army,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Rundgren,
Outsiders,
Bobby Byrd,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Y Pants,
Fugazi,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nirvana,
Godley & Creme,
X-101,
Maleditus Sound,
Quando Quango,
The Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sexual Harrassment,
Inner City,
Soul II Soul,
E-Dancer,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cramps,
DNA,
Monolake,
Saccharine Trust,
Hardrive,
The Count Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Parry Music,
Eve St. Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fatback Band,
The Moleskins,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.