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 Cairo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the grunge 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Moleskins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Clarke,
Maleditus Sound,
UT,
Nirvana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare,
Moss Icon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Misunderstood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grey Daturas,
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Wings,
Anthony Braxton,
Pierre Henry,
Whodini,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx,
Half Japanese,
Nation of Ulysses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
Goldenarms,
Sparks,
Qualms,
Supertramp,
Banda Bassotti,
Carl Craig,
Kerri Chandler,
Rosa Yemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
B.T. Express,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
Subhumans,
The Fortunes,
Quadrant,
Pagans,
The Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Khruangbin,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chrome,
MC5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Royal Trux,
Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.