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 South and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dave Gahan 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
The Evens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hardrive,
Japan,
Camouflage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arthur Verocai,
Glenn Branca,
The J.B.'s,
Icehouse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yaz,
Bad Manners,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Association,
Saccharine Trust,
Junior Murvin,
Deakin,
The Offenders,
The Doors,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suicide,
Donald Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Pole,
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
Organ,
Siglo XX,
Babytalk,
Infiniti,
Brothers Johnson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ten City,
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
Isaac Hayes,
Fad Gadget,
Lakeside,
The Gories,
Kaleidoscope,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Flag,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall,
Fear,
Black Sheep,
Roxette,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.