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 Brazil and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gories,
Organ,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bad Manners,
10cc,
Japan,
Connie Case,
Grey Daturas,
David McCallum,
Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
Cecil Taylor,
The Litter,
Das Ding,
Moebius,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gichy Dan,
Average White Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Associates,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nirvana,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smiths,
Dennis Brown,
The Fuzztones,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick May,
Main Source,
Bang On A Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Franke,
the Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
MC5,
Angry Samoans,
Skaos,
New Order,
Can,
Royal Trux,
Peter & Gordon,
The Vogues,
Boredoms,
Dead Boys,
Q and Not U,
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
Little Man,
New Age Steppers,
The Misunderstood,
Archie Shepp,
Mark Hollis,
Underground Resistance,
Technova,
The Doors,
Aaron Thompson,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.