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 Togo and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Motions,
Bluetip,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultravox,
Isaac Hayes,
Kurtis Blow,
Slick Rick,
Lou Christie,
The Gun Club,
Ornette Coleman,
Wolf Eyes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Make Up,
Ponytail,
kango's stein massive,
The Pretty Things,
Blake Baxter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magma,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerri Chandler,
Faraquet,
The Fugs,
Zero Boys,
The Slackers,
Gang Starr,
LL Cool J,
The Five Americans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wings,
Jeff Lynne,
Hardrive,
JFA,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doors,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Vogues,
Marvin Gaye,
X-101,
The Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Scientists,
The Toasters,
Soft Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rekid,
The Zeros,
Black Sheep,
Mad Mike,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smoke,
The Associates,
Unrelated Segments,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Lydon,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.