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 Finland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Malaria! to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maurizio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris & Cosey,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Names,
Moss Icon,
Al Stewart,
Gang of Four,
Accadde A,
The Blues Magoos,
10cc,
KRS-One,
Cymande,
The Martian,
The Gories,
Sonic Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Clear Light,
Von Mondo,
Crash Course in Science,
Siglo XX,
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
the Association,
Livin' Joy,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
The United States of America,
Ornette Coleman,
the Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Soulsonic Force,
The Black Dice,
La Düsseldorf,
Arthur Verocai,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Motions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liliput,
Arab on Radar,
Brick,
Terry Callier,
Prince Buster,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Schoolly D,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed,
The Residents,
Harmonia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
X-101,
The Neon Judgement,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.