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 Brunei and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Cybotron,
Goldenarms,
Soul II Soul,
Sex Pistols,
Pulsallama,
Wally Richardson,
The Mojo Men,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
Joyce Sims,
Sight & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Accadde A,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Lower 48,
New Age Steppers,
The Remains,
Wasted Youth,
Carl Craig,
Junior Murvin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
New York Dolls,
Rod Modell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Malaria!,
Gichy Dan,
Mr. Review,
Joensuu 1685,
X-101,
Skaos,
Ten City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Animal Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Infiniti,
Yusef Lateef,
Harmonia,
Clear Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Little Man,
Robert Görl,
Audionom,
Visage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Max Romeo,
the Germs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slits,
Sällskapet,
Peter and Kerry,
Skarface,
The Selecter,
Lalann,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.