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 Namibia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Neu! to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Smiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacob Miller,
Parry Music,
Rites of Spring,
Aswad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kayak,
Outsiders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
One Last Wish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Visage,
The Kinks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiohead,
the Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Au Pairs,
The Gladiators,
The Leaves,
Sandy B,
Erykah Badu,
Chrome,
Tommy Roe,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Darondo,
Radio Birdman,
David Bowie,
The Gap Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slits,
Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Toasters,
Soft Machine,
Morten Harket,
Eden Ahbez,
Skaos,
Sparks,
Sällskapet,
X-Ray Spex,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.