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 Belarus and from New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Technova,
Brass Construction,
The Blues Magoos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sight & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Cameo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Darondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Pierre Henry,
KRS-One,
Robert Hood,
Jacques Brel,
The Trojans,
Procol Harum,
Lyres,
Oneida,
Alison Limerick,
Joensuu 1685,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cheater Slicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Al Stewart,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick May,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Halsall,
Janne Schatter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fatback Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scan 7,
Josef K,
the Human League,
Basic Channel,
The Associates,
Lindisfarne,
Jandek,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kaleidoscope,
Magma,
Ronan,
World's Most,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
Arcadia,
Scrapy,
John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.