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 United States and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crime to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mark Hollis,
The Five Americans,
Rod Modell,
F. McDonald,
One Last Wish,
Can,
Yellowson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suburban Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Almond,
Fear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hoover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
Wire,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gladiators,
The Slackers,
Tres Demented,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Certain Ratio,
Sex Pistols,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick May,
The Beau Brummels,
Idris Muhammad,
Lucky Dragons,
Ituana,
John Cale,
Ossler,
Livin' Joy,
New Age Steppers,
Magazine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Ten City,
John Holt,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Style,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
The Busters,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Qualms,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Hood,
Lower 48,
Nas,
Sandy B,
The Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.