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 Finland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dirtbombs to the dance 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Dead C,
Half Japanese,
Q65,
Letta Mbulu,
a-ha,
Tres Demented,
Brick,
Cal Tjader,
the Fania All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Cymande,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Sheep,
The Durutti Column,
MC5,
Goldenarms,
X-102,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
This Heat,
Sällskapet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Connie Case,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shoche,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare,
Babytalk,
48th St. Collective,
The Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Cybotron,
The Velvet Underground,
Heaven 17,
DJ Sneak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Motorama,
Magazine,
Negative Approach,
Pere Ubu,
Flash Fearless,
Second Layer,
Jacques Brel,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
Outsiders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalann,
Black Moon,
Magma,
Masters at Work,
Robert Görl,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.