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 Denmark and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 kango's stein massive to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Kaleidoscope,
The Count Five,
Funkadelic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q65,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slackers,
The Names,
Mr. Review,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vainqueur,
Black Sheep,
Oneida,
The New Christs,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Moebius,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Green,
Thee Headcoats,
Nas,
Nirvana,
Byron Stingily,
The Pop Group,
Connie Case,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Teasers,
Godley & Creme,
Moby Grape,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Inner City,
Joyce Sims,
Judy Mowatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amazonics,
The Happenings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Chris & Cosey,
Idris Muhammad,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
Camberwell Now,
Faust,
Slick Rick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New York Dolls,
10cc,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.