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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Main Source to the punk 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Kayak,
Vladislav Delay,
The Names,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
Massinfluence,
Mars,
Sun Ra,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang of Four,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Holt,
The Trojans,
The Music Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
Danielle Patucci,
Altered Images,
Organ,
Joy Division,
Sun City Girls,
Little Man,
Cal Tjader,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Piero Umiliani,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Toasters,
Brick,
Mr. Review,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
Alphaville,
Bluetip,
B.T. Express,
KRS-One,
Panda Bear,
Camouflage,
Glenn Branca,
Stetsasonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hoover,
Soulsonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Tears for Fears,
Young Marble Giants,
Zapp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
R.M.O.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.