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 Rwanda and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Magazine to the jazz 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Neon Judgement,
David Axelrod,
Agent Orange,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arab on Radar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Barracudas,
The Raincoats,
The Happenings,
The Cowsills,
Von Mondo,
The Fortunes,
Au Pairs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
AZ,
Soulsonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
CMW,
Colin Newman,
Kurtis Blow,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ice-T,
Ultravox,
Jeff Lynne,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
Trumans Water,
Lalo Schifrin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacques Brel,
The Martian,
The Searchers,
Panda Bear,
Wasted Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Liliput,
The Velvet Underground,
This Heat,
Intrusion,
Crash Course in Science,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Carl Craig,
New Age Steppers,
The Busters,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.