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 Netherlands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 OOIOO to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Suburban Knight,
K-Klass,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pretty Things,
Massinfluence,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
La Düsseldorf,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Five Americans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Niagra,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
Supertramp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Intrusion,
Shoche,
Kayak,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oblivians,
Crooked Eye,
Roxy Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roger Hodgson,
New York Dolls,
Hot Snakes,
Sugar Minott,
Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Swell Maps,
James White and The Blacks,
The Selecter,
Quando Quango,
The Slackers,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
Anakelly,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
The Blackbyrds,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.