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 Equatorial Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Motions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Minny Pops,
Qualms,
Chris & Cosey,
World's Most,
Au Pairs,
The Blues Magoos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Almond,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bronski Beat,
The Searchers,
Public Enemy,
the Association,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
Maurizio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Das Ding,
Symarip,
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
Crash Course in Science,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Wells,
B.T. Express,
Absolute Body Control,
Prince Buster,
Ken Boothe,
Michelle Simonal,
Animal Collective,
The Fortunes,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swell Maps,
The Leaves,
Camouflage,
Pagans,
Soft Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dawn Penn,
Iggy Pop,
Godley & Creme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zapp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deadbeat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Mills,
Dual Sessions,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Lyres,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kas Product,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.