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 Guinea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the dance 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Altered Images,
Rotary Connection,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Slick Rick,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moleskins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Davy DMX,
China Crisis,
Mark Hollis,
Magma,
Rosa Yemen,
Excepter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lyres,
Interpol,
Simply Red,
Josef K,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Surgeon,
Index,
Rapeman,
The Walker Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Steve Hackett,
Man Eating Sloth,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Sneak,
MDC,
Buzzcocks,
One Last Wish,
Ohio Players,
kango's stein massive,
Adolescents,
Motorama,
In Retrospect,
The Sonics,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxette,
Pantaleimon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.