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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Hood to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Drive Like Jehu,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
The Barracudas,
Royal Trux,
The Grass Roots,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
June of 44,
Barbara Tucker,
John Lydon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camouflage,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Qualms,
Eve St. Jones,
Ituana,
The Smoke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Christie,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
John Foxx,
The Searchers,
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
John Cale,
The Cramps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Angry Samoans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
Soul II Soul,
Junior Murvin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dual Sessions,
World's Most,
Tres Demented,
The J.B.'s,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bob Dylan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smiths,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.