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 India and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Severed Heads to the crunk 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
One Last Wish,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
Roxette,
Black Pus,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio,
Index,
Jawbox,
Ohio Players,
Stetsasonic,
Faraquet,
the Human League,
June Days,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faust,
Jacques Brel,
Deadbeat,
Wire,
UT,
Los Fastidios,
Howard Jones,
Ossler,
Agent Orange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Al Stewart,
Fluxion,
Mission of Burma,
Lucky Dragons,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crime,
Model 500,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Average White Band,
Neil Young,
Alton Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
KRS-One,
Dark Day,
The Gap Band,
Sonic Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Sparks,
These Immortal Souls,
Schoolly D,
The Velvet Underground,
Simply Red,
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.