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 India and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Schoolly D to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Fear,
Guru Guru,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy Collins,
Dennis Brown,
Adolescents,
Alton Ellis,
Warsaw,
The Blackbyrds,
The American Breed,
The Associates,
Kas Product,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Bananas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed,
Piero Umiliani,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Albert Ayler,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nik Kershaw,
The Buckinghams,
The Last Poets,
Rakim,
The Smoke,
Jeff Lynne,
Sight & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Magma,
Bobby Womack,
Rufus Thomas,
Sam Rivers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Parry Music,
Talk Talk,
Byron Stingily,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slackers,
Visage,
H. Thieme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Wake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television Personalities,
T.S.O.L.,
The Saints,
The Divine Comedy,
The New Christs,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.