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 Marshall Islands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Fania All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Duran Duran,
Lee Hazlewood,
Severed Heads,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
The Grass Roots,
the Normal,
Von Mondo,
Joy Division,
A Certain Ratio,
Audionom,
The Names,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stetsasonic,
Ice-T,
The Dead C,
Scan 7,
Babytalk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oneida,
FM Einheit,
The Monochrome Set,
Connie Case,
Adolescents,
Unwound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anakelly,
Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Essential Logic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxette,
Pole,
The Blues Magoos,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan,
Man Parrish,
Aswad,
David McCallum,
Pagans,
Bush Tetras,
ABBA,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sound,
Negative Approach,
The Standells,
Cal Tjader,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
Fluxion,
The Seeds,
the Germs,
The Black Dice,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalann,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.