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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rock 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rekid,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bronski Beat,
FM Einheit,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Whodini,
Ice-T,
Gang Starr,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Raincoats,
Brass Construction,
The Count Five,
Drexciya,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Foxx,
Japan,
Scrapy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gun Club,
Kerri Chandler,
The Litter,
Little Man,
The Residents,
These Immortal Souls,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed,
Donny Hathaway,
Juan Atkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantytec,
Black Bananas,
K-Klass,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys,
Hashim,
Oneida,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visage,
X-Ray Spex,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
Young Marble Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Delta 5,
Quadrant,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.