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 Cuba and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the punk 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cluster,
Banda Bassotti,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fortunes,
Malaria!,
R.M.O.,
Quadrant,
Delta 5,
Colin Newman,
The Golliwogs,
Echospace,
Hashim,
Peter & Gordon,
Sex Pistols,
Young Marble Giants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Metal Thangz,
Porter Ricks,
The Evens,
UT,
Charles Mingus,
Man Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drexciya,
David Bowie,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smoke,
The Vogues,
Section 25,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monolake,
World's Most,
Unwound,
Rekid,
Livin' Joy,
Laurel Aitken,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deakin,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
Ohio Players,
Desert Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Crispian St. Peters,
a-ha,
Darondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Surgeon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cymande,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.