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 Zimbabwe and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the funk 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
Ronnie Foster,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
The Birthday Party,
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
Young Marble Giants,
Scan 7,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Mills,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Halsall,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
Essential Logic,
Roxy Music,
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
The Misunderstood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erykah Badu,
Zero Boys,
Scrapy,
ABC,
Metal Thangz,
Accadde A,
Lower 48,
Dark Day,
New York Dolls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Joyce Sims,
Dead Boys,
Ituana,
ABBA,
Desert Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barrington Levy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Skatalites,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.