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 Vanuatu and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Morten Harket to the funk 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wire,
Gang Starr,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Zeros,
The Smoke,
Yaz,
Nirvana,
Tim Buckley,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reagan Youth,
Glenn Branca,
The Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Standells,
Can,
Rotary Connection,
Cymande,
Shoche,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mark Hollis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Gang Green,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sight & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heaven 17,
Mad Mike,
Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Motorama,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
The Mojo Men,
Joyce Sims,
Main Source,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oneida,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maurizio,
The Slackers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warsaw,
Bang On A Can,
Ludus,
Andrew Hill,
Tres Demented,
Pole,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.