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 Ukraine and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Offenders 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Barrington Levy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
Aloha Tigers,
Roger Hodgson,
Agitation Free,
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin,
Zapp,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
The Five Americans,
The Motions,
Nick Fraelich,
X-101,
Sun Ra,
X-102,
Masters at Work,
Rod Modell,
Cameo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monolake,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kas Product,
Ronan,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeru the Damaja,
LL Cool J,
Chris Corsano,
Amazonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nik Kershaw,
Brass Construction,
Mission of Burma,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Clarke,
Rekid,
Stiv Bators,
Dual Sessions,
The Wake,
June Days,
The Blackbyrds,
Suburban Knight,
Warsaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joensuu 1685,
Swans,
Mad Mike,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Near,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.