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 Monaco and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
Isaac Hayes,
Faraquet,
Brick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yellowson,
Fugazi,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cure,
Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alison Limerick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slits,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars,
F. McDonald,
The Monochrome Set,
The United States of America,
Easy Going,
Crime,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick May,
Mandrill,
The Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Blancmange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radio Birdman,
Siglo XX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Junior Murvin,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wasted Youth,
The Martian,
Ossler,
Ultra Naté,
New York Dolls,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
The Zeros,
The Searchers,
Lindisfarne,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.