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 Jordan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Liliput to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Donny Hathaway,
Cybotron,
Mr. Review,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
kango's stein massive,
Schoolly D,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Jacob Miller,
the Human League,
DNA,
Dark Day,
The Fuzztones,
La Düsseldorf,
Nik Kershaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swans,
Lyres,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül,
Camouflage,
Sex Pistols,
Average White Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantaleimon,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Connie Case,
Neu!,
Mantronix,
Nas,
Freddie Wadling,
David McCallum,
Laurel Aitken,
Barbara Tucker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Last Poets,
Scientists,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warren Ellis,
The Mummies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Fatback Band,
The Names,
Pantytec,
Patti Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jandek,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.