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 Poland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Buckinghams to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gun Club,
World's Most,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thee Headcoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vainqueur,
the Germs,
Reuben Wilson,
Davy DMX,
Urselle,
The Offenders,
Rites of Spring,
Index,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Five Americans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kurtis Blow,
Wings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Excepter,
John Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pole,
The Mojo Men,
Aswad,
Peter and Kerry,
Popol Vuh,
The Vogues,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7,
Donald Byrd,
Rekid,
Quando Quango,
48th St. Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Camouflage,
Moebius,
One Last Wish,
Spoonie Gee,
Brass Construction,
Brothers Johnson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Angels of Light,
Harry Pussy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MDC,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Rundgren,
Graham Central Station,
Black Pus,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Grass Roots,
Black Sheep,
Absolute Body Control,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.