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 Slovenia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Gabor Szabo,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television,
Ronnie Foster,
Audionom,
The Kinks,
Bobby Sherman,
Mr. Review,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funkadelic,
Icehouse,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
K-Klass,
Curtis Mayfield,
The New Christs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra,
New York Dolls,
Animal Collective,
Brick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
F. McDonald,
Sun City Girls,
Public Enemy,
Donald Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Simply Red,
The Names,
Patti Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
The Litter,
Lou Christie,
Gang Starr,
H. Thieme,
World's Most,
The Smiths,
James White and The Blacks,
the Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Grauzone,
Jeff Mills,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Hill,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.