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 Mauritius and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Todd Rundgren to the rock 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Yusef Lateef,
Skarface,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suburban Knight,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues,
Newcleus,
The Misunderstood,
Radiohead,
Henry Cow,
X-Ray Spex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
OOIOO,
The Cure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Clarke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Grass Roots,
Television,
The Music Machine,
KRS-One,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Sherman,
The J.B.'s,
a-ha,
The Count Five,
The Human League,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül II,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Green,
Heaven 17,
The Birthday Party,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sister Nancy,
John Holt,
Spoonie Gee,
Second Layer,
Kurtis Blow,
Marshall Jefferson,
DNA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yellowson,
Black Pus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Max Romeo,
La Düsseldorf,
Motorama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tres Demented,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.