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 Cape Verde and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Gabor Szabo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Invisible,
Gang of Four,
Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Suicide,
Barry Ungar,
Parry Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Carl Craig,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Average White Band,
Procol Harum,
Blancmange,
The Real Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
Goldenarms,
Wasted Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
Bang On A Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unwound,
Pagans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
cv313,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Underground Resistance,
Mr. Review,
Terry Callier,
the Human League,
Nas,
Sister Nancy,
DNA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donny Hathaway,
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.