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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quadrant to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Brand Nubian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Inner City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jawbox,
Yaz,
New Age Steppers,
cv313,
Agent Orange,
Skriet,
Model 500,
Saccharine Trust,
The Residents,
Patti Smith,
Main Source,
Motorama,
Marine Girls,
Y Pants,
Aloha Tigers,
Quantec,
Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Tremeloes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Beau Brummels,
The Stooges,
Moby Grape,
Slave,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed,
Sex Pistols,
Gang of Four,
Wire,
Yellowson,
Blancmange,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ludus,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moody Blues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chrome,
Yusef Lateef,
Wally Richardson,
Popol Vuh,
Minny Pops,
Oblivians,
Fat Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Divine Comedy,
Moss Icon,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.