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 Samoa and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 The Doors to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Alton Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Banda Bassotti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
Soul II Soul,
The Detroit Cobras,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
Oblivians,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
David McCallum,
Moss Icon,
Amazonics,
the Germs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shoche,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
Slick Rick,
Nils Olav,
Nas,
Chris & Cosey,
Sällskapet,
Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drexciya,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Althea and Donna,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Liliput,
Animal Collective,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
Spandau Ballet,
Eurythmics,
Skriet,
Hoover,
Sun City Girls,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.