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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kayak to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Piero Umiliani,
Fatback Band,
Sixth Finger,
Wasted Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Last Poets,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
World's Most,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacob Miller,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
the Germs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cymande,
Alton Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
John Holt,
Eurythmics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Normal,
Brothers Johnson,
Whodini,
Jacques Brel,
T.S.O.L.,
Infiniti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABBA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Dolphy,
KRS-One,
The Remains,
Half Japanese,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wally Richardson,
Kayak,
Soul II Soul,
Swans,
The Evens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gabor Szabo,
Howard Jones,
Scan 7,
Basic Channel,
Skaos,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.