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 Zimbabwe and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the dance 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eddi Front,
Mad Mike,
The Moleskins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donald Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arthur Verocai,
Heaven 17,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visage,
The Real Kids,
Rekid,
Brothers Johnson,
Ossler,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dead C,
Television,
The Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Massinfluence,
Stetsasonic,
Parry Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mars,
Barclay James Harvest,
FM Einheit,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Age Steppers,
X-102,
Banda Bassotti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chrome,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
The Slits,
Cymande,
Mary Jane Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Iggy Pop,
John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Accadde A,
The Victims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hardrive,
The Blackbyrds,
Goldenarms,
Wolf Eyes,
One Last Wish,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.