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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pop Group,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
Half Japanese,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Thee Headcoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dave Clark Five,
48th St. Collective,
Pole,
Marmalade,
Surgeon,
H. Thieme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scan 7,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gap Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Junior Murvin,
The Beau Brummels,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerri Chandler,
June Days,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minny Pops,
Y Pants,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Howard Jones,
K-Klass,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boredoms,
The Fugs,
R.M.O.,
A Certain Ratio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Warren Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
The Happenings,
Marine Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
The Invisible,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pere Ubu,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.