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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the crunk 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Duran Duran,
Inner City,
Jandek,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television,
Bootsy Collins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Mo-Dettes,
Erykah Badu,
Stiv Bators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wings,
Loose Ends,
Henry Cow,
Black Pus,
Little Man,
Goldenarms,
Parry Music,
Kas Product,
Echospace,
Ronan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minny Pops,
Circle Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Motions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deakin,
Marvin Gaye,
The Walker Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boz Scaggs,
New Order,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
Piero Umiliani,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faraquet,
Lower 48,
Blossom Toes,
Pole,
The Sound,
The Star Department,
Popol Vuh,
Ornette Coleman,
Marmalade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Bowie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.