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 France and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
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 güiro 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 Cymande to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Archie Shepp,
The Cramps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pagans,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Happenings,
T. Rex,
The Five Americans,
48th St. Collective,
Howard Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
CMW,
D'Angelo,
Wasted Youth,
Unwound,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Gang Dance,
EPMD,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
Sugar Minott,
The Remains,
Minnie Riperton,
The Neon Judgement,
Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Görl,
FM Einheit,
World's Most,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hasil Adkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Television,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
Excepter,
Eurythmics,
Black Flag,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Malaria!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Smooth,
Ponytail,
Eden Ahbez,
Main Source,
Arab on Radar,
Joyce Sims,
Gang of Four,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.