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 Netherlands and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Soul II Soul,
Q65,
Bill Wells,
Yazoo,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme,
X-102,
Franke,
Blake Baxter,
EPMD,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blancmange,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tubeway Army,
Erykah Badu,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Desert Stars,
the Germs,
Donald Byrd,
Tom Boy,
The Golliwogs,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quantec,
Erasure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sixth Finger,
a-ha,
Lungfish,
Alphaville,
Barrington Levy,
Ossler,
the Normal,
MDC,
Absolute Body Control,
Guru Guru,
Hardrive,
Scan 7,
T. Rex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pylon,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen,
The Five Americans,
Oneida,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Godley & Creme,
Scratch Acid,
Flash Fearless,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.