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 Morocco and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Bush Tetras to the rock 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Organ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Scientists,
Harmonia,
Juan Atkins,
The Gun Club,
Nico,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Hill,
The Searchers,
Marc Almond,
Hoover,
Subhumans,
Fat Boys,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
The Durutti Column,
Lakeside,
ABBA,
Warsaw,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lebanon Hanover,
MDC,
The Litter,
Yaz,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
The Victims,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Rundgren,
Rapeman,
Anakelly,
Jawbox,
John Holt,
Brick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q and Not U,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacques Brel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donald Byrd,
Slave,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Archie Shepp,
Panda Bear,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Image Ltd.,
FM Einheit,
Dead Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.