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 Afghanistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Johnny Clarke to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Cybotron,
Eve St. Jones,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mark Hollis,
The Divine Comedy,
KRS-One,
Pierre Henry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aswad,
Faust,
The Beau Brummels,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bluetip,
Moebius,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
New York Dolls,
Sun City Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sight & Sound,
Television,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Technova,
Ice-T,
Warsaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pussy Galore,
Cymande,
Heaven 17,
Nils Olav,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Prince Buster,
The Gories,
The Happenings,
Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Freddie Wadling,
Fugazi,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Modern Lovers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quando Quango,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stiv Bators,
The Buckinghams,
Visage,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy Collins,
Pylon,
Scion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.