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 Ireland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiohead,
Iggy Pop,
Brick,
Sandy B,
Niagra,
Franke,
Ten City,
The Smiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
Technova,
Faraquet,
Bill Near,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
Dark Day,
Angry Samoans,
Theoretical Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
X-Ray Spex,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
R.M.O.,
Alphaville,
Arcadia,
Fugazi,
Los Fastidios,
Pere Ubu,
The Moleskins,
The Standells,
Infiniti,
Black Sheep,
Roxette,
Cal Tjader,
Deakin,
Erykah Badu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scan 7,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Pantytec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
Robert Hood,
Depeche Mode,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.