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 Russia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Ice-T to the disco 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Scan 7,
The Angels of Light,
Malaria!,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott Heron,
Audionom,
Ituana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Trumans Water,
Suicide,
Neu!,
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gladiators,
Graham Central Station,
Metal Thangz,
Tommy Roe,
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
The Last Poets,
Jandek,
The Kinks,
The Remains,
ABC,
Magazine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pretty Things,
Leonard Cohen,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ludus,
Bobby Sherman,
The Litter,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Pussy Galore,
John Lydon,
Radiohead,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Christie,
Dawn Penn,
Khruangbin,
Harmonia,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
Eric Copeland,
Heaven 17,
Gabor Szabo,
The Wake,
Morten Harket,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drexciya,
Excepter,
Danielle Patucci,
Erykah Badu,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.