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 Panama and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultra Naté to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Fortunes,
Chrome,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monks,
Urselle,
Idris Muhammad,
Minutemen,
The Martian,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Aswad,
Slick Rick,
D'Angelo,
the Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Connie Case,
The United States of America,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yazoo,
The Red Krayola,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fugs,
The Pretty Things,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young,
The Toasters,
The Litter,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maurizio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Angels of Light,
The Five Americans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wasted Youth,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
Qualms,
Sandy B,
Joey Negro,
The Monochrome Set,
Outsiders,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marmalade,
Desert Stars,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare,
F. McDonald,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.