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 Yemen and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the punk 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Surgeon,
Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-101,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Sneak,
D'Angelo,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Pus,
Deepchord,
The Gun Club,
Aswad,
Popol Vuh,
FM Einheit,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suicide,
Pussy Galore,
Donald Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Scientists,
Infiniti,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Symarip,
Los Fastidios,
Nico,
Sun City Girls,
LL Cool J,
Sällskapet,
Underground Resistance,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Basic Channel,
Lungfish,
Sight & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Boredoms,
Black Bananas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Order,
DJ Style,
Warsaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Terry Callier,
Robert Hood,
Cameo,
Altered Images,
X-102,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moleskins,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.