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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Darondo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Schoolly D,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spandau Ballet,
Aaron Thompson,
Max Romeo,
The Birthday Party,
JFA,
Funkadelic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mars,
Toni Rubio,
The Divine Comedy,
Camouflage,
Juan Atkins,
Section 25,
R.M.O.,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warsaw,
The Last Poets,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Index,
L. Decosne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nico,
Moby Grape,
the Association,
David Bowie,
Sarah Menescal,
Faraquet,
Derrick May,
Au Pairs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tubeway Army,
Young Marble Giants,
Kayak,
Goldenarms,
Easy Going,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
Marvin Gaye,
Supertramp,
Minor Threat,
Graham Central Station,
The Tremeloes,
Flipper,
Fluxion,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Clarke,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
Marc Almond,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.