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 Romania and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 48th St. Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Josef K,
Television Personalities,
FM Einheit,
Grauzone,
Joe Finger,
Skaos,
Danielle Patucci,
The Skatalites,
Faust,
Supertramp,
Deakin,
Donny Hathaway,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blake Baxter,
The New Christs,
Flipper,
Audionom,
The Mummies,
Soul II Soul,
Alton Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swans,
Qualms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Bananas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Mills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agent Orange,
Barbara Tucker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dual Sessions,
Camberwell Now,
Ken Boothe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
D'Angelo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Order,
Pantaleimon,
Section 25,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy Collins,
Colin Newman,
Laurel Aitken,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pagans,
Dawn Penn,
The Remains,
DNA,
David McCallum,
Bush Tetras,
Howard Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.