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 Venezuela and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 ABC to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erykah Badu,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
Warsaw,
AZ,
Pantaleimon,
Grey Daturas,
Rekid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grauzone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Technova,
The Human League,
Drexciya,
Blake Baxter,
Soulsonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
Marvin Gaye,
Faraquet,
The Busters,
Jeff Mills,
Fela Kuti,
New Order,
The Birthday Party,
These Immortal Souls,
JFA,
Chrome,
Kayak,
Glenn Branca,
Faust,
Curtis Mayfield,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bauhaus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Depeche Mode,
Gong,
The Black Dice,
Icehouse,
Massinfluence,
Ornette Coleman,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers,
Kenny Larkin,
New Age Steppers,
Sam Rivers,
Sex Pistols,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Second Layer,
Joy Division,
Warren Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Cell,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.