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 the UAE and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
Alison Limerick,
Magma,
Slick Rick,
A Certain Ratio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
the Slits,
Wings,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Christie,
Alice Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Osbourne,
K-Klass,
The Seeds,
Lakeside,
The Walker Brothers,
The Selecter,
Pierre Henry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Main Source,
Popol Vuh,
Godley & Creme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Au Pairs,
Altered Images,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxy Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amazonics,
Suburban Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
X-102,
The New Christs,
The Pop Group,
Bauhaus,
Howard Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Dennis Brown,
Fear,
Sparks,
The Moody Blues,
Sarah Menescal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Half Japanese,
Lower 48,
The Grass Roots,
Idris Muhammad,
Guru Guru,
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
Blake Baxter,
Cameo,
Grauzone,
Darondo,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.