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 Botswana and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Robert Palmer 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 Offenders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Sight & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Starr,
Roxette,
Erykah Badu,
Boredoms,
Deadbeat,
Steve Hackett,
Aaron Thompson,
Pagans,
Sam Rivers,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
Infiniti,
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joyce Sims,
The Walker Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
a-ha,
Ice-T,
Bronski Beat,
Underground Resistance,
The Evens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tommy Roe,
Severed Heads,
Goldenarms,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Leaves,
Fear,
The Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Smog,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
Minny Pops,
Procol Harum,
Easy Going,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Green,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aloha Tigers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Dolphy,
Cymande,
the Normal,
David Bowie,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.