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 Egypt and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Bobby Womack to the electroclash 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Animal Collective,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Das Ding,
Gong,
Bill Near,
Ten City,
Yazoo,
Crime,
Masters at Work,
Isaac Hayes,
Harry Pussy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gladiators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tom Boy,
Warsaw,
Sparks,
Barbara Tucker,
CMW,
The Remains,
Junior Murvin,
Livin' Joy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liliput,
Fatback Band,
R.M.O.,
Section 25,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dual Sessions,
Simply Red,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young,
Matthew Bourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Görl,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Prince Buster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
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Young Marble Giants,
The Saints,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alphaville,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blues Magoos,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.