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 Guatemala and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Porter Ricks to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pretty Things,
Nas,
E-Dancer,
Hardrive,
Charles Mingus,
Connie Case,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mojo Men,
Lucky Dragons,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Porter Ricks,
R.M.O.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxy Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grauzone,
David Bowie,
Minnie Riperton,
The Names,
T. Rex,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
Little Man,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quando Quango,
Slick Rick,
Ponytail,
Grey Daturas,
Ultra Naté,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABBA,
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
Peter & Gordon,
Mo-Dettes,
Joey Negro,
Archie Shepp,
Magma,
Black Bananas,
Alice Coltrane,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
Circle Jerks,
John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.