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 Papua New Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moby Grape 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Order,
The United States of America,
Bizarre Inc.,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals,
Severed Heads,
Robert Wyatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Schoolly D,
KRS-One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
Harry Pussy,
The Leaves,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Byron Stingily,
Wolf Eyes,
B.T. Express,
The Barracudas,
The Slackers,
La Düsseldorf,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Smog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
AZ,
The J.B.'s,
Roxette,
Ituana,
Matthew Bourne,
LL Cool J,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Max Romeo,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Finger,
Alphaville,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Enemy,
Niagra,
Scrapy,
Mission of Burma,
Spoonie Gee,
Gong,
DJ Sneak,
Surgeon,
Parry Music,
Country Teasers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fortunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wasted Youth,
Sparks,
The Move,
Angry Samoans,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.