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 Kosovo and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marmalade to the grunge 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fugazi,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Teasers,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up,
E-Dancer,
Sugar Minott,
John Foxx,
Rapeman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Public Enemy,
Adolescents,
Crash Course in Science,
the Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Q and Not U,
Al Stewart,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Misunderstood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rod Modell,
The Remains,
Unrelated Segments,
Wings,
Japan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pierre Henry,
Scratch Acid,
Joy Division,
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Slits,
DJ Style,
China Crisis,
June of 44,
Trumans Water,
Hashim,
Ornette Coleman,
The Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Gichy Dan,
Black Pus,
Grauzone,
D'Angelo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moleskins,
Minnie Riperton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Brick,
The Raincoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.