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 New Zealand and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Surgeon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Quando Quango,
The Last Poets,
Sällskapet,
Y Pants,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Mills,
David Axelrod,
Pharoah Sanders,
Animal Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soulsonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
Pagans,
New Age Steppers,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moss Icon,
Radiohead,
CMW,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Idris Muhammad,
Underground Resistance,
Al Stewart,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Machine,
Royal Trux,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deakin,
The Knickerbockers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas,
the Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liliput,
Dave Gahan,
Terry Callier,
Charles Mingus,
Marmalade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Joey Negro,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.