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 Senegal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Max Romeo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Vainqueur,
Public Enemy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hot Snakes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Near,
Severed Heads,
Derrick Morgan,
Gong,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers,
X-101,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
KRS-One,
Blake Baxter,
The Motions,
Brand Nubian,
The Dirtbombs,
Massinfluence,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nico,
Scott Walker,
Kurtis Blow,
James White and The Blacks,
Niagra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
PIL,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Offenders,
Interpol,
Kenny Larkin,
The Vogues,
Sandy B,
Silicon Teens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thompson Twins,
Fear,
Country Teasers,
Laurel Aitken,
Make Up,
The Slackers,
Animal Collective,
The Techniques,
Intrusion,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
Peter & Gordon,
The Young Rascals,
Marvin Gaye,
Swell Maps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.