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 Iran and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zapp to the electroclash 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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Tubeway Army,
Albert Ayler,
Magazine,
Outsiders,
Cymande,
Supertramp,
the Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Charles Mingus,
The Stooges,
This Heat,
The Cramps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Curtis Mayfield,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Angels of Light,
The Birthday Party,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T. Rex,
Morten Harket,
Joe Finger,
Shoche,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bad Manners,
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Normal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Hill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Divine Comedy,
The Techniques,
The Real Kids,
Pulsallama,
John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
MC5,
kango's stein massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy Collins,
Grey Daturas,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.