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 Guinea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 The Fire Engines to the dance 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Interpol,
Groovy Waters,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Leaves,
The Beau Brummels,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stereo Dub,
Bang On A Can,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
Tubeway Army,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Scan 7,
The Music Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Mission of Burma,
The United States of America,
The Black Dice,
Crime,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Dolphy,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
The Residents,
Charles Mingus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nas,
Arab on Radar,
Sound Behaviour,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
This Heat,
Fugazi,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Alphaville,
Rosa Yemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Wells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
Henry Cow,
Joy Division,
Loose Ends,
The Saints,
the Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Techniques,
Lee Hazlewood,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.