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 Philippines and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fatback Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Whodini,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yaz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nirvana,
Charles Mingus,
Moby Grape,
MC5,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiohead,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Near,
Arab on Radar,
Television Personalities,
Model 500,
Agitation Free,
Eden Ahbez,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Divine Comedy,
Junior Murvin,
Vainqueur,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Amazonics,
Moss Icon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skarface,
Yusef Lateef,
T.S.O.L.,
Aural Exciters,
Rapeman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
World's Most,
Rekid,
The Knickerbockers,
Talk Talk,
China Crisis,
Lucky Dragons,
Harry Pussy,
The Techniques,
Animal Collective,
Bad Manners,
New York Dolls,
Icehouse,
Tommy Roe,
Anthony Braxton,
Lyres,
Boz Scaggs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker,
Suicide,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Almond,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Sandy B,
Dark Day,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.