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 Ireland and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Sister Nancy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The United States of America,
Alphaville,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Con Funk Shun,
R.M.O.,
Camouflage,
Talk Talk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Bourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Au Pairs,
Eden Ahbez,
In Retrospect,
Outsiders,
Yaz,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Hood,
Groovy Waters,
Television Personalities,
Liliput,
Intrusion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Josef K,
Ornette Coleman,
Minor Threat,
Jandek,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wasted Youth,
Radiohead,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
The Busters,
Warren Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dual Sessions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter & Gordon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms,
Skaos,
Blancmange,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
Circle Jerks,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
Mark Hollis,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skarface,
Pere Ubu,
The Monks,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.