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 Albania and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dark Day 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Yellowson,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Womack,
The Busters,
Flash Fearless,
Negative Approach,
The Invisible,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smoke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minnie Riperton,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Bananas,
Guru Guru,
Skriet,
the Association,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dennis Brown,
Urselle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks,
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills,
John Cale,
Chrome,
The Star Department,
Zero Boys,
Delta 5,
Neil Young,
Mandrill,
Porter Ricks,
Hasil Adkins,
Blossom Toes,
Gichy Dan,
Basic Channel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minny Pops,
OOIOO,
Das Ding,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fat Boys,
Hoover,
The Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amazonics,
the Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Normal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.