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 Korea North and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Dirtbombs to the rock 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals,
Ten City,
Dave Gahan,
Hardrive,
Nico,
Slave,
Davy DMX,
Aswad,
Animal Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Starr,
Fear,
Letta Mbulu,
EPMD,
Brick,
The Gories,
The Star Department,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Enemy,
K-Klass,
Royal Trux,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gun Club,
Nirvana,
The Five Americans,
Saccharine Trust,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
Q and Not U,
The J.B.'s,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Cecil Taylor,
One Last Wish,
The Fortunes,
Black Moon,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Christie,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Section 25,
Quantec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythm & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris Corsano,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.