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 Lebanon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 F. McDonald to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Toni Rubio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rapeman,
Altered Images,
Deepchord,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bush Tetras,
R.M.O.,
Mission of Burma,
The Gun Club,
The Sound,
The Last Poets,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronan,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
MC5,
Ornette Coleman,
Babytalk,
Lungfish,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sällskapet,
Zapp,
The Doors,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donny Hathaway,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiohead,
Pet Shop Boys,
This Heat,
Theoretical Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Motorama,
Sarah Menescal,
Deadbeat,
Royal Trux,
Minor Threat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tears for Fears,
Bizarre Inc.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Inner City,
X-101,
The Vogues,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fall,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zero Boys,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.