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 Iran and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the dance 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Soft Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aswad,
Rotary Connection,
Steve Hackett,
Peter and Kerry,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker,
Lyres,
Bang On A Can,
The Wake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Urselle,
Toni Rubio,
The Barracudas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Icehouse,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Max Romeo,
the Normal,
Funky Four + One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alison Limerick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kayak,
Cybotron,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Teasers,
Bauhaus,
Hot Snakes,
X-102,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mantronix,
Inner City,
Average White Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
The Names,
a-ha,
Con Funk Shun,
The Invisible,
Public Enemy,
Hasil Adkins,
Khruangbin,
Absolute Body Control,
Judy Mowatt,
The Music Machine,
Scrapy,
The Trojans,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.