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 Croatia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cheater Slicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Skatalites,
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
The Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
The Real Kids,
Khruangbin,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Mills,
the Swans,
Neil Young,
Ten City,
Mad Mike,
Altered Images,
Neu!,
Yellowson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Order,
Second Layer,
Spoonie Gee,
Massinfluence,
the Sonics,
The Searchers,
Bob Dylan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Kinks,
Scion,
Visage,
Angry Samoans,
Rotary Connection,
Alice Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
Kaleidoscope,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minny Pops,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-102,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
KRS-One,
David Axelrod,
Sex Pistols,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
Hot Snakes,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wings,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.