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 Burkina and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Ultra Naté to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Starr,
June of 44,
Reagan Youth,
The Index,
Au Pairs,
Robert Wyatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Babytalk,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Massinfluence,
Magazine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Urselle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quantec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Copeland,
Pulsallama,
Fatback Band,
Main Source,
Rekid,
Jeff Lynne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cramps,
Blossom Toes,
The Golliwogs,
UT,
Hashim,
Clear Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sugar Minott,
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacques Brel,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Sneak,
The Gories,
K-Klass,
This Heat,
Gang of Four,
Angry Samoans,
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
Circle Jerks,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.