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 Cuba and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 James White and The Blacks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Inner City,
Rekid,
The Count Five,
The Fuzztones,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Clarke,
Marvin Gaye,
Silicon Teens,
The Index,
Tears for Fears,
The Divine Comedy,
Simply Red,
Brand Nubian,
Quadrant,
Crash Course in Science,
Althea and Donna,
Agitation Free,
Pere Ubu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Association,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heaven 17,
Kaleidoscope,
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
The Buckinghams,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bob Dylan,
Agent Orange,
Ken Boothe,
Nico,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Flag,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Skatalites,
Marine Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharoah Sanders,
The American Breed,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MDC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neu!,
Warsaw,
Pagans,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pop Group,
Urselle,
Supertramp,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.