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 Congo and from Shanghai.
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 Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Marcia Griffiths to the techno 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camberwell Now,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Machine,
the Germs,
Erasure,
Surgeon,
Country Teasers,
The Last Poets,
OOIOO,
Spandau Ballet,
Josef K,
Wire,
Moby Grape,
LL Cool J,
Supertramp,
Todd Rundgren,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hashim,
Amazonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joy Division,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Subhumans,
Harry Pussy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joyce Sims,
Jawbox,
Black Pus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kurtis Blow,
Lyres,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxy Music,
Can,
Mandrill,
John Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Iggy Pop,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
Tres Demented,
Lucky Dragons,
The Evens,
Ponytail,
The Red Krayola,
The Skatalites,
Pantytec,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Funkadelic,
Radiohead,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Simply Red,
The Fall,
The Residents,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.