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 St Lucia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Q65 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radio Birdman,
Radiohead,
Hashim,
Gang of Four,
Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Iggy Pop,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Animal Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erykah Badu,
China Crisis,
Siglo XX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Whodini,
Harmonia,
Motorama,
Derrick Morgan,
Lyres,
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust,
Dennis Brown,
Scion,
Drexciya,
OOIOO,
CMW,
Oblivians,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Skarface,
Fifty Foot Hose,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Average White Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Pole,
Bobby Byrd,
Monolake,
John Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Wyatt,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science,
Mars,
10cc,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Residents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett,
Q65,
Delta 5,
The Fugs,
AZ,
Adolescents,
Bill Wells,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.