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 Dominica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Talk Talk to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rites of Spring,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ohio Players,
Crash Course in Science,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Prince Buster,
Agent Orange,
Eurythmics,
Tears for Fears,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang of Four,
Camouflage,
Bill Near,
Eric Copeland,
Boogie Down Productions,
Excepter,
Darondo,
Eli Mardock,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker,
Zapp,
Theoretical Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Talk Talk,
Black Sheep,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blake Baxter,
Infiniti,
The Golliwogs,
the Germs,
Yaz,
Nik Kershaw,
Byron Stingily,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mission of Burma,
Cameo,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare,
Chrome,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
Suicide,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Easy Going,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.