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 Japan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Donny Hathaway to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes,
Monolake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-102,
U.S. Maple,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
The Moleskins,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
John Holt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
E-Dancer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Youth Brigade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Hood,
The Knickerbockers,
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television,
Subhumans,
Cameo,
KRS-One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pagans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Junior Murvin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wings,
Shoche,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gap Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cymande,
The Slits,
Lakeside,
Darondo,
Swans,
Von Mondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Almond,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Foxx,
Silicon Teens,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.