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 Benin and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Zeros to the crunk 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne 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?
Fugazi,
the Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiohead,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gerry Rafferty,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alton Ellis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Dolphy,
Model 500,
Dead Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Harmonia,
The Moody Blues,
Thee Headcoats,
Livin' Joy,
Jacques Brel,
Erasure,
The Durutti Column,
The Knickerbockers,
The Leaves,
The Skatalites,
cv313,
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
Adolescents,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erykah Badu,
Neu!,
Delta 5,
Jacob Miller,
the Swans,
Avey Tare,
Nas,
John Lydon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.