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 El Salvador and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Leaves to the rap 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Moleskins,
Trumans Water,
Crime,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
Main Source,
Nils Olav,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marmalade,
The Raincoats,
Pole,
Jandek,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mojo Men,
Pantytec,
Malaria!,
Anakelly,
Bizarre Inc.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young,
The Last Poets,
Mad Mike,
The Names,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Görl,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tres Demented,
Youth Brigade,
Deadbeat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fortunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Massinfluence,
Talk Talk,
Cybotron,
The Blackbyrds,
Smog,
Bronski Beat,
Young Marble Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Human League,
Can,
John Lydon,
The Velvet Underground,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liliput,
Sandy B,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
Moebius,
Flipper,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Holt,
Accadde A,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.