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 Brazil and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput 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?
Rhythm & Sound,
Adolescents,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Guru Guru,
Trumans Water,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Martian,
Pantytec,
KRS-One,
Flash Fearless,
Lungfish,
World's Most,
Visage,
Maleditus Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
The Velvet Underground,
Scion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiohead,
Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delta 5,
Panda Bear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Wake,
The Motions,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crime,
Slick Rick,
Metal Thangz,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Zeros,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terrestrial Tones,
Surgeon,
Underground Resistance,
The Standells,
Depeche Mode,
Soul II Soul,
New York Dolls,
Minor Threat,
Excepter,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ossler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arcadia,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Pussy Galore,
The Blues Magoos,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.