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 Oman and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Neu! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers,
Brand Nubian,
Easy Going,
Brothers Johnson,
The Leaves,
Suicide,
The Grass Roots,
Qualms,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions,
Urselle,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Toasters,
Joensuu 1685,
Reagan Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cluster,
Flash Fearless,
Severed Heads,
Kas Product,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T.S.O.L.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anakelly,
Desert Stars,
Lyres,
Sixth Finger,
The Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gories,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
LL Cool J,
Talk Talk,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill,
The Standells,
Eden Ahbez,
Juan Atkins,
Magazine,
Young Marble Giants,
This Heat,
The Gun Club,
Franke,
Stetsasonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cymande,
Mars,
Pussy Galore,
Curtis Mayfield,
Newcleus,
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.