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 Colombia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Wings to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Black Flag,
Sixth Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
The American Breed,
Don Cherry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Wyatt,
Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
The Toasters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonic Youth,
Yaz,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry's Kids,
Negative Approach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Section 25,
The Pretty Things,
Maurizio,
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
Lakeside,
Laurel Aitken,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cure,
Television Personalities,
Aswad,
Ludus,
Shoche,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
Aural Exciters,
UT,
Dead Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Cheater Slicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang of Four,
Max Romeo,
Tim Buckley,
Funky Four + One,
Scion,
Fela Kuti,
Y Pants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Order,
Crash Course in Science,
Hoover,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.