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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Organ to the dance 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
Tres Demented,
June Days,
Thompson Twins,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
Magazine,
Bad Manners,
Barbara Tucker,
The Birthday Party,
Q65,
Kaleidoscope,
Godley & Creme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Desert Stars,
The Residents,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young,
Matthew Halsall,
Ken Boothe,
The Knickerbockers,
Rod Modell,
The Mummies,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ponytail,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Music Machine,
Adolescents,
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantytec,
Moby Grape,
Pagans,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Leaves,
One Last Wish,
Sarah Menescal,
Clear Light,
DNA,
Oblivians,
John Lydon,
World's Most,
Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.