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 Burkina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Dolphy to the disco 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lyres,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crash Course in Science,
Toni Rubio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Metal Thangz,
Bob Dylan,
Popol Vuh,
Freddie Wadling,
Buzzcocks,
Chrome,
Tom Boy,
Nico,
Roxy Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
In Retrospect,
Slave,
Scratch Acid,
Roxette,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris Corsano,
The Music Machine,
Flipper,
Charles Mingus,
Maleditus Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fortunes,
Jacques Brel,
Quando Quango,
Cheater Slicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
CMW,
Banda Bassotti,
Flash Fearless,
Quantec,
Angry Samoans,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Desert Stars,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
Clear Light,
Half Japanese,
The Durutti Column,
Minor Threat,
Siglo XX,
The Fuzztones,
The Star Department,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets,
The American Breed,
Kerri Chandler,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.