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 Honduras and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Blackbyrds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aloha Tigers,
Youth Brigade,
Jawbox,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skarface,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
LL Cool J,
Blancmange,
Erykah Badu,
Ten City,
Moss Icon,
Moby Grape,
Sixth Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Babytalk,
La Düsseldorf,
Circle Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eli Mardock,
Audionom,
The Invisible,
Severed Heads,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
Black Flag,
The Searchers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Michelle Simonal,
Davy DMX,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nik Kershaw,
ABC,
The Offenders,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Dolphy,
Ituana,
D'Angelo,
Excepter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Zeros,
Yazoo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Los Fastidios,
The American Breed,
The Kinks,
Patti Smith,
The Smoke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nirvana,
David McCallum,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.