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 Egypt and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 John Foxx to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fear,
The Zeros,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Move,
Wings,
The Cowsills,
Second Layer,
Oneida,
Deepchord,
Eric B and Rakim,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mission of Burma,
Desert Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
Clear Light,
Ultra Naté,
Harpers Bizarre,
Von Mondo,
Deadbeat,
Tom Boy,
Eddi Front,
DNA,
Motorama,
Whodini,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wally Richardson,
John Lydon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arcadia,
Tommy Roe,
Morten Harket,
Albert Ayler,
Dead Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Hill,
ABBA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
The Remains,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Wells,
The Beau Brummels,
Graham Central Station,
Circle Jerks,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
Schoolly D,
Leonard Cohen,
Yellowson,
James White and The Blacks,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.