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 Azerbaijan and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brand Nubian to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Joensuu 1685,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Hood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dual Sessions,
Ponytail,
Kerrie Biddell,
Goldenarms,
Lalann,
Boredoms,
Underground Resistance,
Cameo,
Jandek,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Siglo XX,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anakelly,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Erykah Badu,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
Josef K,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skriet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Accadde A,
Rekid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Wells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Lakeside,
Glenn Branca,
The Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Half Japanese,
Eden Ahbez,
Harmonia,
Ultra Naté,
Procol Harum,
Hot Snakes,
Rufus Thomas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
The Misunderstood,
Kevin Saunderson,
cv313,
Steve Hackett,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.