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 Somalia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Johnny Clarke to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed,
Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Boredoms,
The Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Loose Ends,
Erasure,
Nils Olav,
China Crisis,
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Wake,
Scan 7,
the Germs,
The Blackbyrds,
John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronnie Foster,
Nirvana,
Lower 48,
CMW,
Angry Samoans,
Adolescents,
Alphaville,
Average White Band,
Make Up,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arab on Radar,
Pylon,
Aural Exciters,
Theoretical Girls,
Josef K,
Joey Negro,
Lalann,
DJ Sneak,
Suicide,
Donald Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Tim Buckley,
Buzzcocks,
The Smiths,
Surgeon,
Andrew Hill,
Skaos,
OOIOO,
Black Sheep,
Crime,
Mark Hollis,
Aloha Tigers,
Ponytail,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.