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 Tanzania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rap 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bush Tetras,
The Doors,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Near,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
The Gladiators,
The Music Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
The Wake,
Slick Rick,
Skriet,
June of 44,
Howard Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Index,
The Offenders,
Ten City,
The Blues Magoos,
Eden Ahbez,
Eddi Front,
Radio Birdman,
The Velvet Underground,
Shoche,
Fear,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Byron Stingily,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
the Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Mills,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
L. Decosne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
The Standells,
DJ Sneak,
Kurtis Blow,
Sam Rivers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pussy Galore,
Visage,
The Mojo Men,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.