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 Bolivia 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Green to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
Qualms,
Maurizio,
Sarah Menescal,
The Walker Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Panda Bear,
The Leaves,
Black Bananas,
The Invisible,
Liliput,
Steve Hackett,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
D'Angelo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alphaville,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust,
10cc,
Mark Hollis,
Rotary Connection,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
Kas Product,
Peter & Gordon,
Judy Mowatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terry Callier,
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
The Velvet Underground,
Soulsonic Force,
cv313,
Rod Modell,
48th St. Collective,
Minutemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
Talk Talk,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aloha Tigers,
Minny Pops,
Joe Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Metal Thangz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rosa Yemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joyce Sims,
Unwound,
Nik Kershaw,
CMW,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.