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 Eritrea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Quadrant to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Joe Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Görl,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gong,
Amon Düül,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Underground Resistance,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra,
Siglo XX,
The Selecter,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
Alison Limerick,
Stiv Bators,
U.S. Maple,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reagan Youth,
Zapp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Young Rascals,
Donald Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Germs,
James White and The Blacks,
Infiniti,
Eddi Front,
Franke,
Hashim,
Suicide,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore,
Pere Ubu,
Average White Band,
Stetsasonic,
Newcleus,
Judy Mowatt,
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Audionom,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Invisible,
Kurtis Blow,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.