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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the jazz 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Metal Thangz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Selecter,
Gang Green,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Copeland,
The Fortunes,
Wasted Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Absolute Body Control,
Charles Mingus,
The Associates,
Robert Görl,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shoche,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
Fad Gadget,
Nils Olav,
The Trojans,
Ronan,
Angry Samoans,
Scratch Acid,
The Count Five,
David McCallum,
Quando Quango,
Tears for Fears,
the Association,
Bootsy Collins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rites of Spring,
Peter & Gordon,
Eddi Front,
Pierre Henry,
Aswad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marine Girls,
Slick Rick,
Curtis Mayfield,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oneida,
Drexciya,
The Toasters,
The Stooges,
Arthur Verocai,
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boz Scaggs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quantec,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.