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 Congo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Smoke to the electroclash 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Boz Scaggs,
Marvin Gaye,
Moebius,
Pole,
Shoche,
Angry Samoans,
Josef K,
Agitation Free,
Siglo XX,
Sugar Minott,
The Saints,
Bobby Womack,
Con Funk Shun,
Sam Rivers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Motions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Maurizio,
The Toasters,
Suburban Knight,
The Last Poets,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
Rosa Yemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Eurythmics,
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak,
Desert Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Hashim,
Royal Trux,
Iggy Pop,
Niagra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pretty Things,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Rundgren,
Dennis Brown,
Quadrant,
Lyres,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
Magazine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donny Hathaway,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DNA,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.