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 Papua New Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Interpol to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Saints,
Ken Boothe,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
The Music Machine,
Suicide,
Alton Ellis,
Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music,
Talk Talk,
Ossler,
Deadbeat,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
June of 44,
The Knickerbockers,
The New Christs,
The Moody Blues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Newcleus,
Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
The Standells,
Blossom Toes,
China Crisis,
Howard Jones,
Surgeon,
Loose Ends,
Harmonia,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roger Hodgson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Searchers,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Almond,
Mr. Review,
Scion,
Interpol,
The Neon Judgement,
Moss Icon,
John Foxx,
Slick Rick,
Ponytail,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Davy DMX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Make Up,
John Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.