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 Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 KRS-One 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Ohio Players,
Japan,
The Techniques,
Aswad,
Aloha Tigers,
B.T. Express,
John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Y Pants,
The Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arthur Verocai,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dark Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sound Behaviour,
The Tremeloes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marine Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Joy Division,
Eve St. Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
Tres Demented,
Interpol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eddi Front,
Swell Maps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Last Poets,
Tom Boy,
Ituana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sex Pistols,
Aaron Thompson,
The Vogues,
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
New Age Steppers,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slave,
Television Personalities,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Thompson Twins,
PIL,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.