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 Denmark and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 PIL to the rock 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Neu!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Bauhaus,
John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Zapp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Barracudas,
Jerry's Kids,
the Germs,
Juan Atkins,
Blossom Toes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronnie Foster,
Circle Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
The Victims,
Darondo,
Alphaville,
The Mummies,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
Quantec,
Organ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Franke,
Bluetip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dark Day,
Pulsallama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Names,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Martian,
John Lydon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare,
Nico,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thompson Twins,
Fat Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter & Gordon,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minnie Riperton,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacques Brel,
The Leaves,
Deakin,
The Walker Brothers,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.