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 Madagascar and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Donny Hathaway to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
a-ha,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liliput,
Audionom,
Godley & Creme,
Tubeway Army,
Ronnie Foster,
The Walker Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Isaac Hayes,
The Count Five,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
The Fortunes,
The Sound,
Aural Exciters,
The Saints,
Sex Pistols,
The Stooges,
Peter & Gordon,
Graham Central Station,
Glenn Branca,
The Birthday Party,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Malaria!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ken Boothe,
kango's stein massive,
Fela Kuti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sister Nancy,
World's Most,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
Barrington Levy,
the Association,
Camberwell Now,
Arcadia,
Jeff Lynne,
Lyres,
Minny Pops,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mojo Men,
Harry Pussy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Los Fastidios,
Crooked Eye,
PIL,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.