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 Guinea-Bissau and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Erykah Badu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Red Krayola,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
Simply Red,
The Fortunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Leonard Cohen,
Scan 7,
Jerry's Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Make Up,
Stetsasonic,
New Age Steppers,
Rites of Spring,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tres Demented,
Crime,
Byron Stingily,
The Kinks,
The Mojo Men,
Shoche,
World's Most,
Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Interpol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nik Kershaw,
Suburban Knight,
Black Bananas,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slackers,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June Days,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers,
Cymande,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
The J.B.'s,
Michelle Simonal,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
Swell Maps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.