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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Tears for Fears 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gap Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
Magma,
Suicide,
Negative Approach,
The Remains,
Icehouse,
Brick,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Womack,
cv313,
Matthew Bourne,
Crooked Eye,
David McCallum,
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club,
Jawbox,
Man Parrish,
Can,
The Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ossler,
Funkadelic,
Bronski Beat,
The Moody Blues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Symarip,
Roxette,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
Vainqueur,
Rosa Yemen,
Oblivians,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fluxion,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fugs,
DJ Sneak,
Kayak,
Black Flag,
Lalo Schifrin,
AZ,
Nils Olav,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Associates,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dead Boys,
Newcleus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.