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 Mexico and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Niagra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Count Five,
48th St. Collective,
Simply Red,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gladiators,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fugs,
Altered Images,
Ultra Naté,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Neon Judgement,
the Germs,
Loose Ends,
The Evens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacques Brel,
Ice-T,
10cc,
Basic Channel,
Organ,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pop Group,
Moebius,
The Velvet Underground,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monks,
Tom Boy,
Malaria!,
Kayak,
Reuben Wilson,
Marine Girls,
Y Pants,
The Dead C,
Public Enemy,
The Stooges,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fat Boys,
Quadrant,
Suburban Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hashim,
Scion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
The American Breed,
Scan 7,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Throbbing Gristle,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.