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 Malta and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Cluster to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Cymande,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
B.T. Express,
Agent Orange,
K-Klass,
Ornette Coleman,
Make Up,
Aaron Thompson,
Zero Boys,
Ronan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slave,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hoover,
Magazine,
Negative Approach,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
Ludus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dual Sessions,
Newcleus,
The Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
MC5,
Vainqueur,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
The Invisible,
Wire,
Goldenarms,
June of 44,
The Tremeloes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sonics,
Scrapy,
Oblivians,
Lungfish,
Marvin Gaye,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
Stiv Bators,
Simply Red,
Y Pants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cure,
Bad Manners,
Circle Jerks,
Black Pus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pussy Galore,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick Morgan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.