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 Cameroon and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grime 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Doors,
Slave,
Black Sheep,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Banda Bassotti,
Accadde A,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Last Poets,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
Bush Tetras,
Newcleus,
The Grass Roots,
Ludus,
Aswad,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Bourne,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Buzzcocks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Procol Harum,
Moby Grape,
Bauhaus,
Josef K,
LL Cool J,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sound,
Basic Channel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
Echospace,
the Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smoke,
Deepchord,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
Oblivians,
Half Japanese,
The Doobie Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cymande,
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
The Count Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Bluetip,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.