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 Ivory Coast and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sex Pistols to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Anakelly,
Jandek,
The Cowsills,
Isaac Hayes,
Mad Mike,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
LL Cool J,
Lucky Dragons,
KRS-One,
Little Man,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ice-T,
Hardrive,
Arcadia,
Wire,
Sonic Youth,
John Holt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hasil Adkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Axelrod,
X-101,
Ohio Players,
PIL,
Judy Mowatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ponytail,
Khruangbin,
The Busters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angry Samoans,
Drexciya,
Thee Headcoats,
Rapeman,
Charles Mingus,
Mars,
Fluxion,
Clear Light,
The Smoke,
Guru Guru,
The Fortunes,
Negative Approach,
Deakin,
Fad Gadget,
D'Angelo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Basic Channel,
Tubeway Army,
Royal Trux,
Max Romeo,
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Dave Gahan,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.