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 Singapore and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DNA to the grime 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Ohio Players,
the Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
DNA,
Theoretical Girls,
The Selecter,
Simply Red,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shoche,
The Invisible,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
World's Most,
Babytalk,
Glenn Branca,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kas Product,
The Durutti Column,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
10cc,
Hoover,
Funky Four + One,
Zapp,
Hot Snakes,
Bronski Beat,
Amazonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New York Dolls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deakin,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
Marc Almond,
The Cure,
Funkadelic,
Agent Orange,
the Slits,
Fatback Band,
Ken Boothe,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Association,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gladiators,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
The Techniques,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.