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 Cyprus and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Pharoah Sanders to the electroclash 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skarface,
Quando Quango,
Babytalk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pylon,
Tears for Fears,
Swans,
Moby Grape,
The Saints,
Man Parrish,
Faraquet,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Finger,
The Pretty Things,
The Fortunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Faust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marine Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quantec,
Interpol,
Roxy Music,
Nirvana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fatback Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Danielle Patucci,
Rapeman,
Black Flag,
Rites of Spring,
Second Layer,
Bill Wells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young,
Von Mondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
AZ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
CMW,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
a-ha,
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-102,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.