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 Bahamas and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the dance 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skarface,
Spoonie Gee,
Sex Pistols,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crooked Eye,
The Blues Magoos,
Flamin' Groovies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deepchord,
U.S. Maple,
Hasil Adkins,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mission of Burma,
Y Pants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The United States of America,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed,
Shoche,
Sight & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Q65,
The Misunderstood,
Deadbeat,
Hardrive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Max Romeo,
Television Personalities,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers,
Public Enemy,
Joyce Sims,
The Smiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
Accadde A,
Kas Product,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young,
Maurizio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Smooth,
Second Layer,
Scratch Acid,
Visage,
Pantytec,
The Young Rascals,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.