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 Chile and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Erasure to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Interpol,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Flag,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Dolphy,
Smog,
Idris Muhammad,
New York Dolls,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry's Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül,
Gang Starr,
Flipper,
Rufus Thomas,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick Morgan,
Moss Icon,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Ronan,
Mr. Review,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zero Boys,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
48th St. Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Modern Lovers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Teasers,
X-101,
The Toasters,
Gerry Rafferty,
JFA,
Joensuu 1685,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Section 25,
The Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Nils Olav,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Moon,
Leonard Cohen,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.