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 Equatorial Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Massinfluence to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crooked Eye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Bob Dylan,
The Offenders,
Essential Logic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warren Ellis,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
Freddie Wadling,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cecil Taylor,
Wings,
Quadrant,
Depeche Mode,
Fatback Band,
The Kinks,
Wally Richardson,
The Names,
Stereo Dub,
Magma,
Anthony Braxton,
Underground Resistance,
Ronnie Foster,
Ornette Coleman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio,
Rites of Spring,
Arcadia,
Hot Snakes,
The Monochrome Set,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Finger,
The Victims,
Average White Band,
Delta 5,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Clarke,
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Mojo Men,
Black Flag,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Almond,
Magazine,
Pagans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Tears for Fears,
Camberwell Now,
Royal Trux,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.