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 Belize and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rapeman to the jazz 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Nas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Evens,
The Smoke,
Essential Logic,
The Skatalites,
Pole,
Vainqueur,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Janne Schatter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hasil Adkins,
Ice-T,
The Trojans,
Kurtis Blow,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quadrant,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson,
Young Marble Giants,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zapp,
Organ,
Make Up,
The Move,
Pierre Henry,
The Leaves,
The United States of America,
Ken Boothe,
Metal Thangz,
Pantaleimon,
The Residents,
Archie Shepp,
Porter Ricks,
Stetsasonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Prince Buster,
Sister Nancy,
Chris Corsano,
Glenn Branca,
Magma,
Aswad,
Country Teasers,
The Barracudas,
The Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Desert Stars,
EPMD,
Drexciya,
Can,
Nico,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.