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 United States and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Ronan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smiths,
Mission of Burma,
Japan,
Connie Case,
Negative Approach,
Arthur Verocai,
Fear,
Brass Construction,
AZ,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thee Headcoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Junior Murvin,
Trumans Water,
Visage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Almond,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rekid,
Royal Trux,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
X-102,
Sarah Menescal,
Pussy Galore,
DNA,
Essential Logic,
Funkadelic,
Crime,
Tropical Tobacco,
Animal Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Velvet Underground,
Dark Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Darondo,
JFA,
The Remains,
A Certain Ratio,
Brand Nubian,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doobie Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
cv313,
Hardrive,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.