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 Brunei and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Youth Brigade to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Pharoah Sanders,
Supertramp,
Rotary Connection,
The Young Rascals,
The Last Poets,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Toni Rubio,
The Happenings,
Chrome,
The Divine Comedy,
Skaos,
Wasted Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
The United States of America,
The Mojo Men,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül II,
Guru Guru,
Eli Mardock,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter and Kerry,
Clear Light,
John Cale,
The Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
OOIOO,
Bronski Beat,
The Martian,
Qualms,
The Star Department,
The Residents,
Adolescents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Accadde A,
Yusef Lateef,
Royal Trux,
Scion,
David Bowie,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul II Soul,
Marcia Griffiths,
FM Einheit,
Eric B and Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
Eric Copeland,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fat Boys,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.