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 Marshall Islands and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
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 chamberlin 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zapp,
Hasil Adkins,
Donald Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Christie,
Terry Callier,
Shoche,
Youth Brigade,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fat Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Starr,
cv313,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Tremeloes,
ABC,
Arcadia,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yazoo,
Rites of Spring,
Sound Behaviour,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Black Dice,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Malaria!,
Howard Jones,
The Dead C,
The Misunderstood,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacob Miller,
Toni Rubio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Godley & Creme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Young Marble Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Raincoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Warren Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Carl Craig,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
The Invisible,
Byron Stingily,
Sarah Menescal,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.