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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Brothers Johnson 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radio Birdman,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
Idris Muhammad,
Altered Images,
Audionom,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Holt,
Porter Ricks,
Mad Mike,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ralphi Rosario,
U.S. Maple,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Outsiders,
Clear Light,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monks,
Procol Harum,
Rekid,
the Association,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Trumans Water,
Brick,
Franke,
Au Pairs,
Swans,
Cybotron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Görl,
Hoover,
Deadbeat,
The Knickerbockers,
The Wake,
The Buckinghams,
Youth Brigade,
Gichy Dan,
Thee Headcoats,
Agitation Free,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantaleimon,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.