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 Syria and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
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 oboe 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 Funky Four + One to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Basic Channel,
Barrington Levy,
The Skatalites,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mummies,
Reuben Wilson,
The Misunderstood,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camouflage,
Massinfluence,
Shuggie Otis,
the Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Unwound,
Siglo XX,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker,
Arab on Radar,
Crooked Eye,
Warsaw,
Whodini,
The Fugs,
Oblivians,
Parry Music,
the Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
LL Cool J,
Grauzone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heaven 17,
Bang On A Can,
Echospace,
The Martian,
Wasted Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pop Group,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doors,
The Beau Brummels,
James White and The Blacks,
Zapp,
Ice-T,
The Busters,
Nas,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Sparks,
David McCallum,
Ossler,
ABBA,
The Star Department,
Joyce Sims,
Aswad,
The Stooges,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.