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 Lesotho and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Gregory Isaacs to the dance 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Funky Four + One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eve St. Jones,
The Skatalites,
The Standells,
Absolute Body Control,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Starr,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pulsallama,
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
Motorama,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Sheep,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
a-ha,
Tears for Fears,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Altered Images,
The Move,
10cc,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy,
Second Layer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Icehouse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fat Boys,
Carl Craig,
Gerry Rafferty,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kaleidoscope,
B.T. Express,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rod Modell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Connie Case,
Eurythmics,
Goldenarms,
Royal Trux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liliput,
Joe Finger,
The Selecter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun City Girls,
Rakim,
Television Personalities,
The Doors,
The Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.