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 Monaco and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Donald Byrd to the funk 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Suburban Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bad Manners,
The Gories,
Yazoo,
The Zeros,
Kool Moe Dee,
Qualms,
Roger Hodgson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blancmange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Minny Pops,
Whodini,
The Human League,
Das Ding,
David McCallum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas,
Niagra,
Robert Hood,
Sonic Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun City Girls,
The Fortunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maurizio,
Slick Rick,
Eric Dolphy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moleskins,
Gabor Szabo,
Stiv Bators,
Flash Fearless,
Animal Collective,
Ultravox,
Eurythmics,
The Velvet Underground,
Altered Images,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sandy B,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Last Poets,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.