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 Netherlands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Parry Music,
Nirvana,
Mo-Dettes,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unrelated Segments,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Thee Headcoats,
Quadrant,
Lindisfarne,
L. Decosne,
Von Mondo,
Outsiders,
Donny Hathaway,
Fatback Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor,
Toni Rubio,
Bluetip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerri Chandler,
Theoretical Girls,
Supertramp,
Ten City,
Kenny Larkin,
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Normal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jawbox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stetsasonic,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Slits,
Surgeon,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Malaria!,
Icehouse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.