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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Joey Negro to the electroclash 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
the Normal,
Barry Ungar,
Yaz,
Brand Nubian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
Aaron Thompson,
Q65,
Whodini,
Model 500,
The United States of America,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Osbourne,
KRS-One,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy Collins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
Ten City,
Public Enemy,
Wally Richardson,
Nirvana,
The Selecter,
Sex Pistols,
MC5,
Talk Talk,
T. Rex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Carl Craig,
Royal Trux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Sneak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June Days,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ossler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Golliwogs,
Quadrant,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
John Foxx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Smog,
Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
The Invisible,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
48th St. Collective,
Franke,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.