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 Lesotho and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Trojans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter & Gordon,
New Age Steppers,
The Smoke,
The Angels of Light,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cure,
Tres Demented,
Visage,
Max Romeo,
Jerry's Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City,
The Neon Judgement,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sight & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Janne Schatter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Curtis Mayfield,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Real Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Laurel Aitken,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shuggie Otis,
Moebius,
The Standells,
These Immortal Souls,
Desert Stars,
The Saints,
Zero Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
Jacques Brel,
Al Stewart,
Bang On A Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
Television Personalities,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dirtbombs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Evens,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.