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 Iraq and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Popol Vuh to the jazz 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Bluetip,
Siglo XX,
Bronski Beat,
Sparks,
Scientists,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
June Days,
Average White Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Green,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skaos,
Eve St. Jones,
The Last Poets,
MC5,
Sex Pistols,
Oblivians,
Cameo,
Mandrill,
Shoche,
Mark Hollis,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man,
Adolescents,
A Certain Ratio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Urselle,
The Saints,
Buzzcocks,
Massinfluence,
Boz Scaggs,
The Black Dice,
John Lydon,
Hardrive,
Cal Tjader,
a-ha,
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Clear Light,
The Moleskins,
Lower 48,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Bourne,
Howard Jones,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
Letta Mbulu,
Bauhaus,
Motorama,
Subhumans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scan 7,
Japan,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.