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 Taiwan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Terry Callier,
The Saints,
Sound Behaviour,
Vainqueur,
Agent Orange,
Idris Muhammad,
Kas Product,
Matthew Halsall,
Kayak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Clarke,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Rundgren,
Scion,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Human League,
Newcleus,
Unwound,
Sister Nancy,
Fugazi,
Janne Schatter,
Trumans Water,
Bush Tetras,
Quando Quango,
Gregory Isaacs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sam Rivers,
Stetsasonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Adolescents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole,
Sarah Menescal,
Stereo Dub,
L. Decosne,
Television Personalities,
the Slits,
Davy DMX,
James White and The Blacks,
Hot Snakes,
Nico,
Con Funk Shun,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Massinfluence,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pretty Things,
Ultra Naté,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Severed Heads,
Franke,
Siglo XX,
Wings,
Funkadelic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thompson Twins,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.