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 Kiribati and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Sex Pistols to the techno 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Sister Nancy,
The Moleskins,
Ituana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warsaw,
Procol Harum,
Brass Construction,
Mars,
The Monks,
Fear,
Average White Band,
Al Stewart,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-101,
Alison Limerick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Flag,
Simply Red,
DJ Sneak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Charles Mingus,
Lower 48,
Marmalade,
Prince Buster,
Todd Rundgren,
The Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Babytalk,
The Blues Magoos,
Dual Sessions,
Eden Ahbez,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Essential Logic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funky Four + One,
Yellowson,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aloha Tigers,
Max Romeo,
Lindisfarne,
Cymande,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Cell,
Interpol,
MDC,
Fela Kuti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Second Layer,
Sixth Finger,
The Fortunes,
Buzzcocks,
The Count Five,
The Remains,
Silicon Teens,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.