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 Peru and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New York Dolls to the grime 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Teasers,
The Standells,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doors,
10cc,
Camouflage,
Graham Central Station,
Sight & Sound,
Wire,
Jeff Mills,
Kurtis Blow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heaven 17,
The Techniques,
Ultravox,
The Cure,
The Martian,
Amon Düül II,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Happenings,
Rotary Connection,
D'Angelo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joy Division,
Colin Newman,
Roxette,
Aloha Tigers,
Boredoms,
Chris & Cosey,
Charles Mingus,
Tom Boy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalann,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
F. McDonald,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
World's Most,
Silicon Teens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pierre Henry,
Public Enemy,
Ornette Coleman,
Dual Sessions,
Lungfish,
Fela Kuti,
Amazonics,
Yaz,
Swans,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.