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 Eritrea 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
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 guitar 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Subhumans,
Rekid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moss Icon,
Cameo,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eden Ahbez,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Can,
Dennis Brown,
B.T. Express,
Skarface,
Bobby Womack,
the Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Gang Starr,
The Fortunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gap Band,
The Litter,
PIL,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls,
The Busters,
Make Up,
Mars,
The Martian,
Cheater Slicks,
Icehouse,
Bill Wells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
H. Thieme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wasted Youth,
Massinfluence,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacques Brel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faust,
The Star Department,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
La Düsseldorf,
Deakin,
Graham Central Station,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Misunderstood,
Delta 5,
John Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Terry Callier,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tears for Fears,
a-ha,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.