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 Japan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
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 synthesizer 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 Moebius to the disco 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
X-102,
Visage,
Donald Byrd,
Japan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mr. Review,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Ken Boothe,
The Young Rascals,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Supertramp,
Black Flag,
The Golliwogs,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Toni Rubio,
The Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Eddi Front,
One Last Wish,
Gang of Four,
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
In Retrospect,
Das Ding,
AZ,
The Tremeloes,
Drexciya,
Con Funk Shun,
Lucky Dragons,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Pussy Galore,
Frankie Knuckles,
Simply Red,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Evens,
Letta Mbulu,
The Star Department,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Hill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gun Club,
The Happenings,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.