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 Guinea-Bissau and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Barrington Levy to the crunk 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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
JFA,
Flash Fearless,
Mantronix,
Pussy Galore,
The Evens,
David McCallum,
The Young Rascals,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris Corsano,
Audionom,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Terry,
Japan,
Fat Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Ronan,
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills,
Bronski Beat,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mojo Men,
Goldenarms,
Sarah Menescal,
Josef K,
Cybotron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Alison Limerick,
In Retrospect,
KRS-One,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Qualms,
Fatback Band,
The Buckinghams,
Accadde A,
Kas Product,
Bush Tetras,
Massinfluence,
Hot Snakes,
Wings,
The Tremeloes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yaz,
The Dirtbombs,
Ten City,
Jeff Mills,
Yellowson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scratch Acid,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.