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 Korea North and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Detroit Cobras to the dance 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Lynne,
Urselle,
Donny Hathaway,
Jandek,
Cymande,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül II,
Suburban Knight,
Desert Stars,
Sparks,
Qualms,
Amon Düül,
Little Man,
The Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Durutti Column,
Roxette,
Agitation Free,
Jacques Brel,
Carl Craig,
Lalann,
Bad Manners,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flipper,
Smog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
This Heat,
Outsiders,
Saccharine Trust,
the Bar-Kays,
The Wake,
Gong,
kango's stein massive,
JFA,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quando Quango,
Wasted Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantytec,
Joensuu 1685,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
One Last Wish,
Sex Pistols,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Clarke,
Eve St. Jones,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
Circle Jerks,
The Busters,
Royal Trux,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.