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 Zimbabwe and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Radio Birdman to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Gichy Dan,
Crime,
Average White Band,
Moss Icon,
Franke,
Inner City,
cv313,
Nico,
Shuggie Otis,
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hasil Adkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
Boredoms,
Arab on Radar,
Arcadia,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mojo Men,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
Camberwell Now,
Hoover,
Black Moon,
The Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Groovy Waters,
Loose Ends,
Bill Near,
Model 500,
Unwound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Y Pants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Names,
Mars,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.