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 Suriname and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Tres Demented to the dance 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
This Heat,
Sällskapet,
Susan Cadogan,
Eli Mardock,
Unwound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donald Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lungfish,
Bush Tetras,
Eurythmics,
Delta 5,
The Knickerbockers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy,
Letta Mbulu,
Pole,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Lynne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set,
Pagans,
U.S. Maple,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Fat Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Parry Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
Skaos,
Connie Case,
Alton Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
Cameo,
Juan Atkins,
K-Klass,
DJ Style,
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pylon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry's Kids,
Rakim,
Camouflage,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Green,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.