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 Kenya and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Wasted Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Carl Craig,
Kurtis Blow,
Morten Harket,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
Parry Music,
New York Dolls,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
World's Most,
Chris & Cosey,
Visage,
China Crisis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
The Cure,
Ultravox,
Nik Kershaw,
The Tremeloes,
Donald Byrd,
Symarip,
Fugazi,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monolake,
Marvin Gaye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Almond,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bauhaus,
Scrapy,
Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Whodini,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
The Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Qualms,
The Fortunes,
Q and Not U,
Clear Light,
Heaven 17,
Man Parrish,
The Vogues,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.