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 Albania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonics to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Schoolly D,
Jimmy McGriff,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Spandau Ballet,
Zapp,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
Crash Course in Science,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nation of Ulysses,
Connie Case,
Negative Approach,
Quantec,
Darondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Procol Harum,
Roger Hodgson,
Blake Baxter,
Rekid,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Guru Guru,
Agitation Free,
Can,
The Velvet Underground,
Yellowson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mantronix,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran,
48th St. Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Rundgren,
Chrome,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
The Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
Hot Snakes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Five Americans,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monolake,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.