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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Sex Pistols to the dance 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Kool Moe Dee,
Basic Channel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Franke,
Junior Murvin,
Mad Mike,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Cymande,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
KRS-One,
Dave Gahan,
The Leaves,
Barbara Tucker,
Visage,
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roger Hodgson,
The Vogues,
Ornette Coleman,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
Can,
Index,
Alison Limerick,
Quantec,
the Association,
Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül II,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
B.T. Express,
The Slackers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Whodini,
Mr. Review,
The Selecter,
Gang Green,
Ohio Players,
Siglo XX,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
The Toasters,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.