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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swell Maps,
Dennis Brown,
Lakeside,
Motorama,
the Bar-Kays,
Fear,
cv313,
Ken Boothe,
The Pop Group,
Pantaleimon,
Stetsasonic,
FM Einheit,
U.S. Maple,
Scientists,
Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Bananas,
Joe Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Barrington Levy,
Audionom,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Average White Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Carl Craig,
Cheater Slicks,
Shuggie Otis,
John Holt,
Byron Stingily,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
The Velvet Underground,
Erykah Badu,
Eurythmics,
The Busters,
Lower 48,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aaron Thompson,
The Invisible,
Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Flipper,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
Qualms,
Brick,
June of 44,
Young Marble Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Desert Stars,
Gang Starr,
The Searchers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.