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 Rwanda and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Gang Gang Dance to the electroclash 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Normal,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fluxion,
The Smoke,
Grauzone,
Whodini,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Flag,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Durutti Column,
Henry Cow,
Michelle Simonal,
Average White Band,
Depeche Mode,
Idris Muhammad,
AZ,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Parrish,
Hoover,
Make Up,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Intrusion,
ABC,
Rod Modell,
Derrick Morgan,
Carl Craig,
Wings,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mummies,
Pierre Henry,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
In Retrospect,
The Barracudas,
Boz Scaggs,
Roger Hodgson,
Wire,
Joy Division,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minor Threat,
Aswad,
Nick Fraelich,
The Velvet Underground,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Starr,
Delta 5,
Symarip,
Bang On A Can,
Glenn Branca,
Bluetip,
Sister Nancy,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.