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 Palau and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
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 harpsichord 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 Ralphi Rosario to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
These Immortal Souls,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fuzztones,
Sound Behaviour,
Mission of Burma,
T.S.O.L.,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
Lalann,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Yazoo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marmalade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Smooth,
10cc,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kas Product,
Animal Collective,
The Skatalites,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lightning Bolt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sister Nancy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crime,
Jeff Lynne,
Skriet,
Morten Harket,
Camouflage,
Spandau Ballet,
Infiniti,
Ten City,
Barrington Levy,
Ronnie Foster,
Crooked Eye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scientists,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
the Association,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Mills,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hoover,
PIL,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.