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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Circle Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Sällskapet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MC5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donald Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blackbyrds,
Stereo Dub,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Panda Bear,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gun Club,
Can,
Bill Wells,
Liliput,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doobie Brothers,
cv313,
a-ha,
Intrusion,
ABBA,
Quadrant,
Althea and Donna,
Niagra,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Hasil Adkins,
Ponytail,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mojo Men,
The Busters,
Kas Product,
Letta Mbulu,
Yazoo,
OOIOO,
Absolute Body Control,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pierre Henry,
The Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Davy DMX,
Marc Almond,
Aaron Thompson,
Masters at Work,
Terry Callier,
Brick,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.