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 Angola and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Mojo Men to the techno 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sixth Finger,
The Martian,
Gichy Dan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quantec,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deepchord,
T.S.O.L.,
Liliput,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bob Dylan,
The Cure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Niagra,
David Axelrod,
Faust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delta 5,
Thompson Twins,
Althea and Donna,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt,
The Selecter,
Sugar Minott,
Siglo XX,
R.M.O.,
Davy DMX,
Q65,
Faraquet,
Donald Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Loose Ends,
Funkadelic,
Dark Day,
Stiv Bators,
Make Up,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Starr,
Rekid,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Lydon,
Marcia Griffiths,
K-Klass,
Spandau Ballet,
Desert Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Lakeside,
The Slits,
Neu!,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.