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 Guatemala and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
The Techniques,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
OOIOO,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
Parry Music,
Tim Buckley,
cv313,
The Happenings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter,
Eric Copeland,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultravox,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott Heron,
T. Rex,
MC5,
June Days,
Hot Snakes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lakeside,
Ronan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
Judy Mowatt,
Rapeman,
Jeff Mills,
Ken Boothe,
This Heat,
Organ,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gabor Szabo,
Gong,
Adolescents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Machine,
DJ Style,
Robert Görl,
The Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Scientists,
The Dead C,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gories,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat,
Derrick Morgan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jawbox,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
Drexciya,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.