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 Swaziland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 the Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Gories,
One Last Wish,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Names,
Radiopuhelimet,
48th St. Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Mars,
Section 25,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacob Miller,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool Moe Dee,
Patti Smith,
Urselle,
10cc,
Bauhaus,
Black Moon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fortunes,
John Foxx,
Mantronix,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
Depeche Mode,
Cecil Taylor,
Swell Maps,
Josef K,
Nik Kershaw,
The Techniques,
Barrington Levy,
The Move,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Darondo,
L. Decosne,
Neu!,
Sex Pistols,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skaos,
The Moody Blues,
Minutemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Iggy Pop,
Livin' Joy,
Bluetip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MC5,
Bad Manners,
Fad Gadget,
Kevin Saunderson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moss Icon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eurythmics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.