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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Graham Central Station to the disco 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Pantytec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pere Ubu,
The Standells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Terry,
Minor Threat,
DNA,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX,
Section 25,
Eve St. Jones,
Connie Case,
Subhumans,
K-Klass,
KRS-One,
Tommy Roe,
Symarip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lower 48,
Traffic Nightmare,
U.S. Maple,
The American Breed,
Sparks,
Clear Light,
Amazonics,
Pagans,
Leonard Cohen,
Magazine,
Camberwell Now,
Donald Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Parry Music,
The Fortunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Model 500,
Con Funk Shun,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Newcleus,
Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Von Mondo,
Nik Kershaw,
The Zeros,
Second Layer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Colin Newman,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Howard Jones,
The Fugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang of Four,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.