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 Italy 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Funkadelic to the grunge 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
The Gladiators,
Mantronix,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren,
the Normal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Judy Mowatt,
Procol Harum,
B.T. Express,
Bob Dylan,
Underground Resistance,
Yusef Lateef,
Cameo,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Surgeon,
Robert Wyatt,
Clear Light,
Liliput,
Minny Pops,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Lydon,
Metal Thangz,
Skarface,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Move,
Arcadia,
Lakeside,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sister Nancy,
The Happenings,
Connie Case,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
The Remains,
Althea and Donna,
The Pretty Things,
Qualms,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dirtbombs,
Minor Threat,
Roxy Music,
Trumans Water,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
Guru Guru,
Nas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.