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 Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ken Boothe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Mandrill,
The Grass Roots,
Ultimate Spinach,
Procol Harum,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
Simply Red,
Toni Rubio,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
Infiniti,
Barrington Levy,
Pere Ubu,
Hashim,
Ossler,
DJ Sneak,
Country Teasers,
The Doors,
Unwound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yaz,
The Remains,
Johnny Clarke,
David Axelrod,
The Stooges,
Peter & Gordon,
Index,
Television,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
X-102,
Severed Heads,
Monolake,
Dave Gahan,
Accadde A,
Jeff Lynne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skaos,
The Zeros,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
F. McDonald,
Kas Product,
Jimmy McGriff,
Second Layer,
Kevin Saunderson,
China Crisis,
H. Thieme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wings,
Mo-Dettes,
Spandau Ballet,
Can,
Buzzcocks,
Intrusion,
Harry Pussy,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.