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 Solomon Islands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boredoms to the funk 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pere Ubu,
Magma,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Raincoats,
Radiohead,
Sixth Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Niagra,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Rundgren,
Subhumans,
One Last Wish,
Delta 5,
Slick Rick,
Cymande,
Archie Shepp,
Au Pairs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Negative Approach,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
Flash Fearless,
Sister Nancy,
The Black Dice,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hot Snakes,
Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monks,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skarface,
The Young Rascals,
Soul II Soul,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wolf Eyes,
Josef K,
B.T. Express,
JFA,
Bush Tetras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young,
Masters at Work,
Aswad,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monochrome Set,
Deepchord,
The Searchers,
Rosa Yemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Groovy Waters,
Visage,
Buzzcocks,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.