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 Cyprus and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Newcleus to the techno 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
X-102,
Little Man,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Slits,
Dawn Penn,
AZ,
The Invisible,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drexciya,
Isaac Hayes,
Depeche Mode,
The Dave Clark Five,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radio Birdman,
The Smiths,
the Germs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun City Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Supertramp,
Lindisfarne,
Funky Four + One,
Barrington Levy,
The Happenings,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slits,
John Cale,
Swans,
Tres Demented,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ohio Players,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
JFA,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Copeland,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
T.S.O.L.,
Archie Shepp,
Terry Callier,
Malaria!,
H. Thieme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aswad,
The Count Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nas,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Hood,
Liliput,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.