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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi 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?
Cymande,
This Heat,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Wasted Youth,
Oblivians,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Easy Going,
Pere Ubu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Martian,
the Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Grey Daturas,
The Techniques,
Pulsallama,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
The Buckinghams,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlback,
Duran Duran,
A Certain Ratio,
Max Romeo,
Rosa Yemen,
Sex Pistols,
Smog,
The Fugs,
Oneida,
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson,
Kurtis Blow,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Lynne,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moby Grape,
CMW,
The J.B.'s,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Pussy Galore,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
Rod Modell,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Real Kids,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warsaw,
Sugar Minott,
Moss Icon,
Camberwell Now,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.