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 Mozambique and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things,
FM Einheit,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brothers Johnson,
Little Man,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oneida,
Derrick May,
New York Dolls,
Mars,
The Cowsills,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Slits,
The Cramps,
Gang Green,
Yellowson,
Eric Dolphy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Colin Newman,
La Düsseldorf,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sex Pistols,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ohio Players,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Television,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minnie Riperton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
The Real Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
Erykah Badu,
Shoche,
The Dirtbombs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter & Gordon,
Make Up,
Don Cherry,
Theoretical Girls,
Camberwell Now,
The Knickerbockers,
Moebius,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scion,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.