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 Cape Verde and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Amazonics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Young Rascals,
Nas,
June Days,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Moby Grape,
The Trojans,
The Misunderstood,
Loose Ends,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quando Quango,
Sister Nancy,
Desert Stars,
Au Pairs,
The New Christs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Divine Comedy,
The Skatalites,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Pus,
X-102,
The Invisible,
Minor Threat,
The Zeros,
The Human League,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young,
Skaos,
Los Fastidios,
Visage,
Bad Manners,
The Fuzztones,
Lalann,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott Heron,
Altered Images,
Oblivians,
Zapp,
Young Marble Giants,
Dennis Brown,
The Doobie Brothers,
Easy Going,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pole,
Michelle Simonal,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Womack,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Whodini,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.