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 Montenegro and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skatalites to the punk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Sparks,
Cecil Taylor,
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonny Sharrock,
Interpol,
Country Teasers,
Grey Daturas,
Judy Mowatt,
Nas,
Bootsy Collins,
Unwound,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cybotron,
A Certain Ratio,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mad Mike,
Camberwell Now,
Kaleidoscope,
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
Excepter,
Organ,
Goldenarms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fear,
Popol Vuh,
Section 25,
Fela Kuti,
Soul II Soul,
X-Ray Spex,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Halsall,
Spandau Ballet,
Dennis Brown,
Desert Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Young Marble Giants,
The Star Department,
Marc Almond,
Altered Images,
Massinfluence,
Jacob Miller,
Depeche Mode,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Style,
Trumans Water,
Sugar Minott,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.