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 Uzbekistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Urselle to the dance 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Quantec,
Warsaw,
DJ Sneak,
Los Fastidios,
Motorama,
Joey Negro,
PIL,
The Human League,
Sun Ra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode,
Harry Pussy,
Brass Construction,
Severed Heads,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
Outsiders,
Aswad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stiv Bators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mojo Men,
Joyce Sims,
Das Ding,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang of Four,
Royal Trux,
Simply Red,
Nas,
The Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Japan,
Rekid,
Bronski Beat,
Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Qualms,
Altered Images,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
Yaz,
The Beau Brummels,
the Normal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Hood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dark Day,
Andrew Hill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.