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 Guyana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 The Litter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Stooges,
Eli Mardock,
Shuggie Otis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blossom Toes,
Lakeside,
Negative Approach,
The Gap Band,
Moebius,
The Mojo Men,
Youth Brigade,
Silicon Teens,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Five Americans,
Funkadelic,
The Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Mark Hollis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ludus,
Deepchord,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultra Naté,
The Motions,
Zapp,
Fugazi,
The Mummies,
Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Popol Vuh,
Anakelly,
The Pretty Things,
Harry Pussy,
ABBA,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
Stereo Dub,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed,
Franke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Jeff Mills,
The Golliwogs,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Magma,
Slave,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Near,
Qualms,
Heaven 17,
Newcleus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.