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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rap 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Radiohead,
Altered Images,
Tres Demented,
The Zeros,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
Toni Rubio,
Dennis Brown,
China Crisis,
X-101,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stetsasonic,
Joy Division,
Intrusion,
The Knickerbockers,
Bizarre Inc.,
AZ,
Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Yellowson,
Au Pairs,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Moon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Infiniti,
Robert Hood,
The Toasters,
MDC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Grey Daturas,
Subhumans,
The Wake,
John Holt,
John Coltrane,
Skriet,
Section 25,
Pantaleimon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry's Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Funkadelic,
Max Romeo,
Drexciya,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kayak,
Warren Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mantronix,
Alice Coltrane,
Unwound,
Fatback Band,
Scan 7,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.