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 Madagascar and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Inner City to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Robert Wyatt,
Byron Stingily,
Tom Boy,
Jawbox,
Negative Approach,
Y Pants,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
Los Fastidios,
Altered Images,
R.M.O.,
This Heat,
Oblivians,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry's Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Darondo,
Skaos,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Trojans,
Kurtis Blow,
Nirvana,
The Mummies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cheater Slicks,
Bauhaus,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Byrd,
Suicide,
Bob Dylan,
Hoover,
the Slits,
The Mojo Men,
ABC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camberwell Now,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
Ronnie Foster,
Erykah Badu,
the Swans,
Carl Craig,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pulsallama,
Kerri Chandler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
June Days,
Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Modern Lovers,
Mad Mike,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.