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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pantaleimon to the grunge 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Sister Nancy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sound,
K-Klass,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
Grauzone,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick May,
Yusef Lateef,
New Age Steppers,
Icehouse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sandy B,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mummies,
Magma,
Max Romeo,
Lightning Bolt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alphaville,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barry Ungar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fluxion,
June of 44,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Christie,
Can,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reagan Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crime,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scrapy,
Visage,
Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Godley & Creme,
Malaria!,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
Rotary Connection,
Fad Gadget,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flipper,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.