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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
Drexciya,
Lou Christie,
Duran Duran,
Q and Not U,
The Wake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siglo XX,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Audionom,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra,
PIL,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yaz,
Amon Düül II,
Hot Snakes,
The Last Poets,
Whodini,
The Searchers,
10cc,
The Residents,
Judy Mowatt,
John Holt,
the Bar-Kays,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music,
Pulsallama,
Inner City,
Alphaville,
Juan Atkins,
June Days,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
Max Romeo,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Leaves,
Steve Hackett,
Kurtis Blow,
The Birthday Party,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Lynne,
Essential Logic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
Junior Murvin,
Anakelly,
Henry Cow,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.