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 Marshall Islands and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crash Course in Science to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
The Standells,
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton,
the Germs,
Radiohead,
The Mojo Men,
The Martian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
The Litter,
Mandrill,
EPMD,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aaron Thompson,
Hoover,
Bad Manners,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Pus,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
Yellowson,
Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
The Cramps,
Excepter,
KRS-One,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Junior Murvin,
June of 44,
Isaac Hayes,
Agent Orange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rosa Yemen,
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
Symarip,
Agitation Free,
The Divine Comedy,
Dennis Brown,
John Foxx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pop Group,
Wally Richardson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Axelrod,
Gang of Four,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mummies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lakeside,
Eve St. Jones,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.