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 Grenada and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Derrick Morgan to the electroclash 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Dave Clark Five,
10cc,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Green,
John Foxx,
Crooked Eye,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
The Sound,
Babytalk,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
kango's stein massive,
Pantaleimon,
Howard Jones,
Neu!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
The Smoke,
Althea and Donna,
Little Man,
Silicon Teens,
The Victims,
Don Cherry,
DJ Sneak,
Moby Grape,
Kerri Chandler,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moody Blues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rosa Yemen,
Urselle,
The Index,
Oneida,
Symarip,
OOIOO,
Rakim,
Monolake,
Unrelated Segments,
Anakelly,
Shoche,
Eli Mardock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The New Christs,
the Normal,
The J.B.'s,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.