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 Israel and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Isaac Hayes,
Technova,
Lakeside,
LL Cool J,
Peter & Gordon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nils Olav,
Scientists,
Alton Ellis,
World's Most,
Cymande,
Bill Wells,
Intrusion,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Lynne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Franke,
Neu!,
K-Klass,
Lalo Schifrin,
Josef K,
Pantytec,
MDC,
The Invisible,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bob Dylan,
The Moody Blues,
Eli Mardock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
The Searchers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
Michelle Simonal,
Suicide,
FM Einheit,
Lalann,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy Collins,
Blancmange,
The Standells,
Loose Ends,
Lungfish,
Moby Grape,
Black Pus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ice-T,
The Dead C,
John Lydon,
John Holt,
X-101,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ituana,
Jeff Mills,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.