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 Togo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Dead Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Rotary Connection,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Radiohead,
The Associates,
Section 25,
Aswad,
The J.B.'s,
Ultra Naté,
Lindisfarne,
Black Bananas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Godley & Creme,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
Scan 7,
Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Bobby Womack,
Jandek,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stetsasonic,
Pylon,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reuben Wilson,
Scrapy,
The Neon Judgement,
Youth Brigade,
Blake Baxter,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
Bizarre Inc.,
D'Angelo,
Severed Heads,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Iggy Pop,
Bluetip,
Blancmange,
Todd Terry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Surgeon,
T. Rex,
Circle Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
The Evens,
David Bowie,
The Searchers,
The United States of America,
Johnny Clarke,
Fat Boys,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.