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 San Marino and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 This Heat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Joey Negro,
Faraquet,
The Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Flesh Eaters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slackers,
Pylon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gladiators,
Camberwell Now,
Suicide,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Interpol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Sheep,
The Trojans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Near,
PIL,
Danielle Patucci,
Mary Jane Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
Scion,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Mr. Review,
Quadrant,
Intrusion,
Basic Channel,
Laurel Aitken,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
Mad Mike,
Angry Samoans,
Fatback Band,
Kayak,
Black Flag,
The Standells,
Idris Muhammad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Con Funk Shun,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.