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 Grenada and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moby Grape to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Arthur Verocai,
the Association,
E-Dancer,
Barrington Levy,
U.S. Maple,
Chrome,
Stetsasonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Outsiders,
Quadrant,
The Smiths,
Albert Ayler,
Magma,
Stereo Dub,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flipper,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Morten Harket,
The Standells,
Dual Sessions,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Clarke,
Mission of Burma,
Funkadelic,
Tubeway Army,
Ituana,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Christie,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mandrill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T.S.O.L.,
Boz Scaggs,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
The Martian,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Holt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sugar Minott,
Hasil Adkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Mills,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.