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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
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 guitar 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 Television Personalities to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Althea and Donna,
John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Fat Boys,
Suicide,
Blancmange,
The Techniques,
The Angels of Light,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott,
Bang On A Can,
OOIOO,
Rites of Spring,
Royal Trux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yusef Lateef,
John Foxx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Gang Dance,
48th St. Collective,
Camouflage,
Aural Exciters,
X-101,
Flipper,
the Normal,
X-Ray Spex,
FM Einheit,
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Graham Central Station,
kango's stein massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Talk Talk,
Slick Rick,
Intrusion,
The Velvet Underground,
The Move,
Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Banda Bassotti,
Accadde A,
H. Thieme,
Gichy Dan,
Ludus,
Unwound,
Japan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fluxion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Germs,
La Düsseldorf,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.