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 Marshall Islands and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ralphi Rosario to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Soul II Soul,
The Blackbyrds,
Minny Pops,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Style,
Quadrant,
Laurel Aitken,
Max Romeo,
Bill Near,
the Normal,
Au Pairs,
David Axelrod,
Dawn Penn,
John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
The Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Al Stewart,
Aural Exciters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harry Pussy,
Fat Boys,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed,
Thee Headcoats,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zero Boys,
R.M.O.,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
Todd Rundgren,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Buckinghams,
Kaleidoscope,
Quando Quango,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monochrome Set,
The Walker Brothers,
Monks,
The Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minor Threat,
kango's stein massive,
Kayak,
Wasted Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Remains,
Livin' Joy,
Make Up,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Halsall,
Ludus,
Scion,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.