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 Papua New Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Cell,
UT,
48th St. Collective,
Lalann,
Peter and Kerry,
Aswad,
Surgeon,
Lyres,
Half Japanese,
Nico,
Junior Murvin,
The J.B.'s,
KRS-One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
Roxette,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blossom Toes,
The Monochrome Set,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Skatalites,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Grass Roots,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Dave Gahan,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
Roger Hodgson,
Magazine,
K-Klass,
Mars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joyce Sims,
John Holt,
Barbara Tucker,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
Flash Fearless,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiohead,
Johnny Clarke,
LL Cool J,
The Young Rascals,
Altered Images,
Nik Kershaw,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grauzone,
The United States of America,
The Toasters,
Sparks,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.