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 Palau and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Newcleus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
Los Fastidios,
Second Layer,
Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy,
Boredoms,
Visage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
Swans,
Black Sheep,
X-102,
Marshall Jefferson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Walker Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Goldenarms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erasure,
Accadde A,
Max Romeo,
New York Dolls,
Niagra,
The Happenings,
Lakeside,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mark Hollis,
The Durutti Column,
Altered Images,
Sex Pistols,
Alton Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Gang of Four,
Dual Sessions,
Amazonics,
kango's stein massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
June Days,
David McCallum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Section 25,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gories,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Normal,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
Thee Headcoats,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magma,
Arab on Radar,
Man Parrish,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.