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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Germs to the jazz 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül,
Nas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Negative Approach,
Lucky Dragons,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moss Icon,
Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fela Kuti,
Grey Daturas,
The Fortunes,
Soft Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smoke,
Lalann,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers,
Section 25,
Ultra Naté,
Inner City,
Blossom Toes,
Black Pus,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Minor Threat,
Gabor Szabo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pussy Galore,
Swell Maps,
Robert Hood,
Anakelly,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Albert Ayler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gong,
This Heat,
Dawn Penn,
Scientists,
Black Moon,
Davy DMX,
Ossler,
Arthur Verocai,
Khruangbin,
The Young Rascals,
Television,
The Doors,
Erykah Badu,
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Ronnie Foster,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.