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 Maldives and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stiv Bators to the jazz 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
World's Most,
Eric B and Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Smog,
Joensuu 1685,
Tubeway Army,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Trojans,
Au Pairs,
Symarip,
Yusef Lateef,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Moon,
The Sonics,
Excepter,
The Happenings,
Gabor Szabo,
Flipper,
Main Source,
the Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
Tres Demented,
Pantytec,
CMW,
Stiv Bators,
The Vogues,
Jawbox,
Pole,
Soul II Soul,
Carl Craig,
Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
The Divine Comedy,
Rosa Yemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skaos,
Anthony Braxton,
Charles Mingus,
Moby Grape,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Sneak,
X-102,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
LL Cool J,
Vainqueur,
Black Sheep,
Henry Cow,
Average White Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unwound,
Visage,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.