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 India and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the funk 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Cameo,
Los Fastidios,
the Swans,
Lyres,
The Martian,
Boredoms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
OOIOO,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gories,
Swell Maps,
Eli Mardock,
The Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
Surgeon,
The Barracudas,
Minutemen,
KRS-One,
Kas Product,
Janne Schatter,
Jacob Miller,
Crime,
Motorama,
Minny Pops,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail,
Lucky Dragons,
Minnie Riperton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Niagra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio,
Slave,
Moby Grape,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marvin Gaye,
Loose Ends,
Flipper,
Absolute Body Control,
Siglo XX,
Fugazi,
Godley & Creme,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
Alton Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June Days,
The Toasters,
Pere Ubu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tom Boy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rotary Connection,
Malaria!,
the Fania All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Negative Approach,
Leonard Cohen,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.