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 Angola and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Model 500 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lungfish,
Rufus Thomas,
Essential Logic,
Barrington Levy,
Fela Kuti,
Siglo XX,
The Tremeloes,
The Last Poets,
Don Cherry,
Morten Harket,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Hood,
Lou Christie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Model 500,
The Saints,
Lakeside,
The Remains,
Qualms,
Quantec,
Nas,
ABC,
Spandau Ballet,
Reagan Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Alice Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ice-T,
David Bowie,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erasure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magazine,
Panda Bear,
the Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Trojans,
The Smiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Starr,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Association,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.