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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Wake to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Flipper,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Harmonia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Teasers,
The Last Poets,
Jandek,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maurizio,
Animal Collective,
Minny Pops,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Axelrod,
Eurythmics,
Faust,
the Association,
Ten City,
Andrew Hill,
Cameo,
Chrome,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sandy B,
Half Japanese,
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Rufus Thomas,
Grauzone,
Bootsy Collins,
JFA,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mandrill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Saccharine Trust,
Excepter,
Porter Ricks,
Thompson Twins,
Khruangbin,
Cybotron,
Mad Mike,
Eve St. Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Human League,
The Remains,
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
The Buckinghams,
Essential Logic,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.