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 Tonga and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Masters at Work to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Invisible,
Marc Almond,
Bauhaus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang On A Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nik Kershaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz,
Groovy Waters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ten City,
The Martian,
Aswad,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moleskins,
Boz Scaggs,
Rod Modell,
Monolake,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Dolphy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxy Music,
Ponytail,
Andrew Hill,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Clarke,
Intrusion,
cv313,
Bluetip,
Surgeon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Trojans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Velvet Underground,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slave,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Little Man,
Prince Buster,
The Pop Group,
The Neon Judgement,
Adolescents,
ABC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.