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 Cuba and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Invisible to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Joey Negro,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
Porter Ricks,
Joyce Sims,
Neu!,
Niagra,
The Selecter,
Warsaw,
Cheater Slicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Görl,
Soft Cell,
Visage,
PIL,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harry Pussy,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound,
The Mummies,
Zero Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth,
The New Christs,
F. McDonald,
Cybotron,
Tim Buckley,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Bananas,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed,
Ossler,
the Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
Joy Division,
Second Layer,
kango's stein massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brothers Johnson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Searchers,
Idris Muhammad,
Schoolly D,
The Cramps,
Soulsonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
KRS-One,
Crash Course in Science,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lyres,
Procol Harum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.