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 Tuvalu and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Enemy,
A Certain Ratio,
Depeche Mode,
The Cramps,
the Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fortunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Malaria!,
Model 500,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bauhaus,
The Stooges,
Franke,
Camberwell Now,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kurtis Blow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick May,
T.S.O.L.,
Sparks,
Agitation Free,
Lungfish,
The Toasters,
The Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Dave Gahan,
Monolake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Idris Muhammad,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
Gang Starr,
John Lydon,
Cal Tjader,
Reagan Youth,
David McCallum,
Davy DMX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aaron Thompson,
CMW,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy Collins,
Basic Channel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arab on Radar,
Quantec,
Sam Rivers,
New Age Steppers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Motions,
Porter Ricks,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.