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 Yemen and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash to the dance 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Eve St. Jones,
The Stooges,
Yazoo,
Make Up,
Newcleus,
The Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Accadde A,
Aloha Tigers,
Stetsasonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arcadia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Skatalites,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Icehouse,
Drexciya,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
ABBA,
Magma,
Quadrant,
La Düsseldorf,
Audionom,
Delta 5,
The Wake,
Ponytail,
Q and Not U,
The Zeros,
Loose Ends,
Outsiders,
Quantec,
the Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Godley & Creme,
Young Marble Giants,
H. Thieme,
The Gap Band,
The United States of America,
Chris Corsano,
Sällskapet,
Hardrive,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Surgeon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
D'Angelo,
Tim Buckley,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.