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-Bissau and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Godley & Creme to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DNA,
Bad Manners,
Skriet,
Clear Light,
Rekid,
Procol Harum,
Davy DMX,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantaleimon,
Lakeside,
Jacques Brel,
Byron Stingily,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
The Fall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy Collins,
Supertramp,
Brick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Morten Harket,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Franke,
James White and The Blacks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slave,
L. Decosne,
Mars,
Rotary Connection,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantytec,
Moss Icon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Idris Muhammad,
Fatback Band,
The Seeds,
The Techniques,
Sandy B,
Erasure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eddi Front,
Gastr Del Sol,
F. McDonald,
Lower 48,
OOIOO,
Shoche,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nils Olav,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.