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 Haiti and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Donald Byrd to the jazz 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Banda Bassotti,
Lucky Dragons,
Boredoms,
Wire,
A Certain Ratio,
The American Breed,
Magma,
Supertramp,
Max Romeo,
Agent Orange,
Archie Shepp,
Ultravox,
Zapp,
John Holt,
Al Stewart,
Swans,
Moebius,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Mark Hollis,
Scrapy,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra,
Nas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Qualms,
Leonard Cohen,
The Remains,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hashim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gun Club,
Simply Red,
Unrelated Segments,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Black Flag,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott Heron,
Interpol,
Rufus Thomas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moody Blues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cymande,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.