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 Dominica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pop Group to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Blossom Toes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül,
The Monks,
Brand Nubian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
The Trojans,
the Human League,
Davy DMX,
Intrusion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brass Construction,
Dennis Brown,
48th St. Collective,
Lalann,
Sparks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liliput,
Urselle,
Lower 48,
Aloha Tigers,
Stiv Bators,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Silicon Teens,
Country Teasers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zero Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gories,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed,
Stetsasonic,
Newcleus,
Matthew Bourne,
Piero Umiliani,
David McCallum,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
The Remains,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter & Gordon,
Fatback Band,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Starr,
Sällskapet,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.