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 Ghana and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 David Bowie to the rock 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Arcadia,
OOIOO,
the Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Minny Pops,
China Crisis,
Scion,
Amon Düül,
Bob Dylan,
Ornette Coleman,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fuzztones,
Nas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Babytalk,
Pole,
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Liliput,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Young Rascals,
Wally Richardson,
Chris Corsano,
The Smiths,
Ice-T,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
LL Cool J,
The Techniques,
Maurizio,
Television,
Bootsy Collins,
Howard Jones,
The Toasters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
Zapp,
Sandy B,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fall,
The Birthday Party,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
Clear Light,
Little Man,
MDC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.