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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Nik Kershaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smoke,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
Archie Shepp,
Roger Hodgson,
Aaron Thompson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Tremeloes,
B.T. Express,
Saccharine Trust,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scrapy,
Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Patti Smith,
Animal Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
JFA,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Divine Comedy,
The Associates,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pylon,
Fear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Raincoats,
Q and Not U,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scientists,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Wyatt,
Index,
Soft Machine,
Man Parrish,
The Dead C,
UT,
The Vogues,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
Jandek,
These Immortal Souls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pulsallama,
The Angels of Light,
Tears for Fears,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.