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 Barbados and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Idris Muhammad to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cluster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wings,
Circle Jerks,
Ponytail,
Metal Thangz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eurythmics,
Procol Harum,
Janne Schatter,
June Days,
Vladislav Delay,
Depeche Mode,
Black Sheep,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Green,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amazonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Durutti Column,
Mad Mike,
JFA,
Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiohead,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Pere Ubu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Litter,
DNA,
Marc Almond,
The Index,
Thompson Twins,
Mark Hollis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter & Gordon,
Eve St. Jones,
Faust,
Newcleus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
In Retrospect,
The Move,
Fatback Band,
Skriet,
Nation of Ulysses,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.