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 Micronesia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Gichy Dan to the grime 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Marvin Gaye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Knickerbockers,
Scrapy,
Vainqueur,
The Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
Rapeman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crash Course in Science,
The Evens,
Nik Kershaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quadrant,
Graham Central Station,
Godley & Creme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Minnie Riperton,
Groovy Waters,
The Moleskins,
Anthony Braxton,
Slave,
Underground Resistance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fugazi,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed,
Dark Day,
The Smoke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-Ray Spex,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rotary Connection,
Ornette Coleman,
Television Personalities,
Kas Product,
Black Moon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacob Miller,
Laurel Aitken,
Joy Division,
DJ Style,
David Bowie,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.