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 Hungary and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Fugazi to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Offenders,
Johnny Clarke,
The Searchers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mantronix,
Shuggie Otis,
Pylon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Bowie,
Scion,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Womack,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
Black Pus,
Soft Machine,
Nico,
AZ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slick Rick,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül II,
Gregory Isaacs,
Henry Cow,
H. Thieme,
The Slackers,
Danielle Patucci,
Glenn Branca,
Byron Stingily,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cybotron,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
the Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Black Dice,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-Ray Spex,
Donny Hathaway,
One Last Wish,
The Index,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Niagra,
Gang Starr,
Albert Ayler,
The Durutti Column,
The Doors,
Newcleus,
Eric Copeland,
Funky Four + One,
cv313,
Crooked Eye,
Dual Sessions,
A Certain Ratio,
The Divine Comedy,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.