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 Malta and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 E-Dancer to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MDC,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
In Retrospect,
Tom Boy,
Moebius,
Soul II Soul,
Quantec,
Robert Görl,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Clarke,
48th St. Collective,
Connie Case,
John Lydon,
Pantytec,
Sugar Minott,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Mills,
Jeff Lynne,
Fugazi,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Golliwogs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Real Kids,
Masters at Work,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mission of Burma,
Excepter,
Gong,
Roy Ayers,
Deadbeat,
Ponytail,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Intrusion,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Stockholm Monsters,
Albert Ayler,
Blake Baxter,
David Bowie,
This Heat,
Max Romeo,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry's Kids,
Agitation Free,
Accadde A,
Severed Heads,
Eric Dolphy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Urselle,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.