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 Palau and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sugar Minott to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
Index,
Fatback Band,
Flash Fearless,
Von Mondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fluxion,
Rod Modell,
Oblivians,
Joyce Sims,
Gastr Del Sol,
a-ha,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Pus,
Delta 5,
The Dead C,
Saccharine Trust,
Excepter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Charles Mingus,
Fat Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Mandrill,
Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terry Callier,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things,
Negative Approach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-102,
T. Rex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Seeds,
LL Cool J,
the Fania All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Popol Vuh,
H. Thieme,
Soulsonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Duran Duran,
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
Ronnie Foster,
Main Source,
Niagra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.