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 United Kingdom 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Style,
Davy DMX,
Duran Duran,
The Seeds,
The Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Newcleus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter,
Gong,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dual Sessions,
The Move,
Parry Music,
cv313,
The Red Krayola,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronnie Foster,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Joyce Sims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gichy Dan,
Mo-Dettes,
John Holt,
Ossler,
Aural Exciters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rakim,
Bauhaus,
La Düsseldorf,
kango's stein massive,
Q65,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
R.M.O.,
Average White Band,
Tres Demented,
Gang Starr,
Deepchord,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
48th St. Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Franke,
Scion,
The United States of America,
Talk Talk,
Camberwell Now,
Faraquet,
CMW,
Surgeon,
New York Dolls,
Soul II Soul,
The Gap Band,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.