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 Uganda and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Bill Wells to the rock 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
This Heat,
The Human League,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cheater Slicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liliput,
Theoretical Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Little Man,
Tommy Roe,
John Foxx,
Mo-Dettes,
Grauzone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Parry Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Lydon,
Chris Corsano,
AZ,
Ultra Naté,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker,
Radiohead,
Letta Mbulu,
Drexciya,
Maleditus Sound,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
H. Thieme,
Schoolly D,
The Last Poets,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Severed Heads,
The Detroit Cobras,
Clear Light,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Gong,
The Wake,
Eurythmics,
Mars,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ludus,
Bush Tetras,
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.