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 Grenada and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 Slick Rick to the punk 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Fela Kuti,
Flash Fearless,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nico,
Grauzone,
The Grass Roots,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
Bob Dylan,
Simply Red,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
Mad Mike,
Pole,
The Smiths,
The Moleskins,
U.S. Maple,
Mars,
Idris Muhammad,
Harmonia,
Dawn Penn,
Joy Division,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
LL Cool J,
The Techniques,
The Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Parry Music,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
Gang Starr,
Country Teasers,
Shoche,
The Martian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Excepter,
Marvin Gaye,
Lightning Bolt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
The Fall,
Ken Boothe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Half Japanese,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.