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 Philippines and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Crooked Eye to the rock 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Gang Starr,
John Foxx,
Bobby Womack,
Henry Cow,
Ten City,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moleskins,
Peter & Gordon,
Sandy B,
Patti Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Piero Umiliani,
Juan Atkins,
The Cramps,
LL Cool J,
Colin Newman,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Sneak,
The Smoke,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
Hasil Adkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Outsiders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Absolute Body Control,
Talk Talk,
Todd Terry,
Lalann,
Harry Pussy,
Agitation Free,
Dennis Brown,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra,
Ponytail,
Pharoah Sanders,
a-ha,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stetsasonic,
Audionom,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Smog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funky Four + One,
Hot Snakes,
X-102,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erasure,
The Motions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.