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 Belgium and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rites of Spring to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks 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?
Soul Sonic Force,
Cymande,
The Real Kids,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground,
The Count Five,
The Raincoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crime,
Mandrill,
Fatback Band,
Ponytail,
The Beau Brummels,
Q65,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skriet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maleditus Sound,
MDC,
X-Ray Spex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gories,
Hot Snakes,
China Crisis,
Trumans Water,
Zapp,
The Standells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kenny Larkin,
Procol Harum,
Oneida,
Infiniti,
Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Los Fastidios,
Lungfish,
Qualms,
The Associates,
Loose Ends,
Sam Rivers,
Tubeway Army,
Lightning Bolt,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Holt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nils Olav,
David Axelrod,
Joey Negro,
Hardrive,
Bill Wells,
Erykah Badu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.