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 Mali and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Sherman to the punk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
World's Most,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Dark Day,
Ultra Naté,
Agent Orange,
Crime,
Bobby Womack,
Bob Dylan,
Max Romeo,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
The Evens,
Hoover,
One Last Wish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Hot Snakes,
Tommy Roe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Star Department,
Siglo XX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echospace,
Franke,
The Happenings,
UT,
The Cowsills,
Rotary Connection,
Yellowson,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flipper,
Sound Behaviour,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
Nirvana,
Zero Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rekid,
Scion,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gap Band,
The American Breed,
Aswad,
Blossom Toes,
The Gladiators,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Bourne,
Symarip,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.