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 Guinea-Bissau and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Pussy Galore to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Wells,
The Buckinghams,
Darondo,
Sonic Youth,
Junior Murvin,
The Real Kids,
Marmalade,
Hot Snakes,
Terry Callier,
Make Up,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Near,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
R.M.O.,
OOIOO,
Davy DMX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Quadrant,
Joy Division,
Tom Boy,
The Remains,
Ice-T,
Audionom,
John Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultra Naté,
Nils Olav,
Aswad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
The Doobie Brothers,
FM Einheit,
EPMD,
Sun City Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cymande,
In Retrospect,
The Stooges,
Lakeside,
Minutemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The New Christs,
K-Klass,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kaleidoscope,
Fat Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.