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 Liberia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Ossler to the grunge 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
Gang Green,
Robert Wyatt,
Rekid,
The Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy Collins,
John Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Duran Duran,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Iggy Pop,
Cybotron,
Unwound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Con Funk Shun,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Michelle Simonal,
Yaz,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick May,
Surgeon,
The Stooges,
Nico,
Rapeman,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ponytail,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Vainqueur,
Pantytec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
The Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun City Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Parry Music,
Guru Guru,
Steve Hackett,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
OOIOO,
Sparks,
the Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Newcleus,
Marmalade,
Audionom,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Saints,
Masters at Work,
Bad Manners,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.