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 Portugal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cymande to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Intrusion,
Pole,
Nils Olav,
Albert Ayler,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
Wire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
Tubeway Army,
John Lydon,
Scratch Acid,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru,
48th St. Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sound Behaviour,
Kurtis Blow,
Outsiders,
The Standells,
Procol Harum,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronan,
DJ Style,
Tropical Tobacco,
PIL,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Residents,
Funky Four + One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Dolphy,
Nirvana,
Slick Rick,
Kas Product,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fuzztones,
Gichy Dan,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
Morten Harket,
Man Parrish,
The Move,
Mars,
Hot Snakes,
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The American Breed,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.