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 Somalia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Derrick May,
June of 44,
Desert Stars,
Darondo,
Lyres,
Graham Central Station,
Patti Smith,
David McCallum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dennis Brown,
Nirvana,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yusef Lateef,
Index,
Toni Rubio,
Nils Olav,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
UT,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aswad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
LL Cool J,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Starr,
Marvin Gaye,
the Association,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Velvet Underground,
Hashim,
OOIOO,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ponytail,
Roger Hodgson,
Boz Scaggs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Organ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rites of Spring,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blancmange,
Adolescents,
Swell Maps,
Barbara Tucker,
The Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Quadrant,
Yellowson,
The Five Americans,
Camberwell Now,
Rapeman,
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.