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 Nigeria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Motorama,
Bush Tetras,
the Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Joyce Sims,
Alice Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Intrusion,
The Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cure,
The Cowsills,
ABBA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gories,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sound Behaviour,
UT,
Ludus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moebius,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T. Rex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blancmange,
Judy Mowatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Guru Guru,
DJ Style,
Groovy Waters,
Pole,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Names,
Arab on Radar,
The Divine Comedy,
Blake Baxter,
Amazonics,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Görl,
The Mojo Men,
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Age Steppers,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blackbyrds,
Drexciya,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.