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 New Zealand and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 The Golliwogs to the punk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Joe Finger,
Suburban Knight,
New Order,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Star Department,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q and Not U,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry,
New Age Steppers,
Inner City,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cramps,
Urselle,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Carl Craig,
Michelle Simonal,
H. Thieme,
a-ha,
K-Klass,
Massinfluence,
Kas Product,
Blake Baxter,
Hot Snakes,
The Buckinghams,
Piero Umiliani,
Bluetip,
Marc Almond,
Bang On A Can,
Whodini,
Crooked Eye,
The Victims,
Mandrill,
Joe Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Model 500,
Sonny Sharrock,
Toni Rubio,
the Bar-Kays,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra,
The Fugs,
Icehouse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Standells,
The Knickerbockers,
KRS-One,
Infiniti,
Gang Starr,
Country Joe & The Fish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.