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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 AZ to the crunk 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Crooked Eye,
Agitation Free,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
World's Most,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Germs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chrome,
Pantytec,
Morten Harket,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44,
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Remains,
Neil Young,
Arthur Verocai,
John Lydon,
Livin' Joy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Japan,
The Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Subhumans,
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco,
UT,
The Last Poets,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Icehouse,
Johnny Clarke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terry Callier,
Accadde A,
David Axelrod,
Intrusion,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.