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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Sixth Finger to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
the Normal,
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rotary Connection,
Section 25,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MDC,
Arab on Radar,
Lalann,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Idris Muhammad,
Delta 5,
Godley & Creme,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New York Dolls,
Underground Resistance,
The Dead C,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantytec,
Subhumans,
Nik Kershaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
World's Most,
Black Pus,
Public Enemy,
Isaac Hayes,
Deakin,
Ice-T,
Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Whodini,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
Model 500,
Reuben Wilson,
Motorama,
Alphaville,
the Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zero Boys,
Half Japanese,
The Dirtbombs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bad Manners,
The Vogues,
Basic Channel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hardrive,
10cc,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Womack,
Dark Day,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.