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 Barbados and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Charles Mingus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Albert Ayler,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare,
Qualms,
June of 44,
R.M.O.,
Barrington Levy,
Ornette Coleman,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
Inner City,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Near,
The Associates,
The Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Angels of Light,
Public Enemy,
Funkadelic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slackers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boz Scaggs,
Joy Division,
Heaven 17,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ken Boothe,
Niagra,
Infiniti,
Lower 48,
Organ,
The Zeros,
Rod Modell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crime,
Lakeside,
Sandy B,
Kevin Saunderson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quadrant,
Colin Newman,
Black Sheep,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lindisfarne,
Arab on Radar,
Bad Manners,
Brand Nubian,
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Bananas,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.