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 St Lucia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
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 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 Todd Rundgren to the punk 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
K-Klass,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sound Behaviour,
Los Fastidios,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
The Moleskins,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick Morgan,
Loose Ends,
Black Pus,
Stetsasonic,
The Moody Blues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brass Construction,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hoover,
The Monochrome Set,
Dawn Penn,
John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Sneak,
A Certain Ratio,
Bluetip,
ABBA,
Flipper,
Shoche,
The Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Spoonie Gee,
The Selecter,
Terry Callier,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
Sandy B,
June of 44,
Second Layer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
The Cramps,
Motorama,
Bauhaus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joey Negro,
Bronski Beat,
The Blues Magoos,
Suburban Knight,
Camouflage,
Bobby Sherman,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mandrill,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.