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 Andorra and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Buzzcocks,
Amazonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U,
The Dirtbombs,
Yellowson,
The Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Underground Resistance,
Lower 48,
Crooked Eye,
JFA,
Shuggie Otis,
Erykah Badu,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Real Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Alton Ellis,
Marmalade,
Terry Callier,
Eric Copeland,
The Birthday Party,
Magma,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerrie Biddell,
James White and The Blacks,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chrome,
Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
The Selecter,
John Foxx,
Idris Muhammad,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Zero Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Halsall,
Porter Ricks,
a-ha,
Newcleus,
Sun City Girls,
FM Einheit,
Anakelly,
cv313,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.