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 Libya and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Little Man to the disco 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Axelrod,
The Zeros,
Mark Hollis,
Maurizio,
Lalann,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABC,
Warsaw,
Eli Mardock,
Ohio Players,
Joe Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley,
Pantaleimon,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moby Grape,
The New Christs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Wells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Japan,
Morten Harket,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Carl Craig,
Lou Christie,
Fear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Motions,
Black Flag,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thee Headcoats,
Ten City,
Mission of Burma,
Hoover,
Ultravox,
The Evens,
Wasted Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
In Retrospect,
John Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Camberwell Now,
The Gladiators,
Suburban Knight,
cv313,
World's Most,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grauzone,
Kaleidoscope,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.