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 Senegal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
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 marimba 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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?
Godley & Creme,
Liliput,
Slick Rick,
Sarah Menescal,
Cymande,
Subhumans,
Oneida,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Enemy,
Scrapy,
Saccharine Trust,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Litter,
Boredoms,
Metal Thangz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Urselle,
The Count Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Germs,
Simply Red,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boogie Down Productions,
La Düsseldorf,
The Buckinghams,
the Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tubeway Army,
Quadrant,
Delon & Dalcan,
Groovy Waters,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roger Hodgson,
Delta 5,
The Raincoats,
The Monochrome Set,
June of 44,
Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cameo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boz Scaggs,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aaron Thompson,
The Knickerbockers,
cv313,
Ornette Coleman,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.