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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Connie Case to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Schoolly D,
Vainqueur,
Tubeway Army,
The Angels of Light,
Section 25,
Blancmange,
Dennis Brown,
Con Funk Shun,
The Seeds,
Q65,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Enemy,
Malaria!,
Sound Behaviour,
Bauhaus,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Wells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Niagra,
The Smoke,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Archie Shepp,
Organ,
Arthur Verocai,
Byron Stingily,
Grauzone,
Drexciya,
the Bar-Kays,
Aaron Thompson,
Cameo,
Crime,
Pulsallama,
Pylon,
Cheater Slicks,
Make Up,
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultra Naté,
The Stooges,
David McCallum,
Lightning Bolt,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scott Walker,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Leaves,
Newcleus,
Morten Harket,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jandek,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
Black Moon,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.