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 Comoros and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stooges to the funk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Durutti Column,
Man Parrish,
X-101,
Technova,
Brick,
Wasted Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
The Grass Roots,
Monks,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
Fela Kuti,
The Modern Lovers,
Tears for Fears,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mummies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faust,
D'Angelo,
The Beau Brummels,
Crime,
Jacob Miller,
The Gun Club,
This Heat,
Godley & Creme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Max Romeo,
Little Man,
FM Einheit,
Erasure,
Tom Boy,
DNA,
Skaos,
The Moleskins,
Deepchord,
The Blues Magoos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy Collins,
Spoonie Gee,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pussy Galore,
Public Enemy,
Davy DMX,
The Young Rascals,
Iggy Pop,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
Black Pus,
Wire,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.