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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monolake to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
The Cure,
MC5,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Standells,
Young Marble Giants,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
Arab on Radar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dave Clark Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zapp,
Junior Murvin,
The Star Department,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liliput,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Guru Guru,
Alice Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
Lyres,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Malaria!,
Jandek,
Reagan Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Supertramp,
The Cramps,
Crime,
The Leaves,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sandy B,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Easy Going,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Inner City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Underground Resistance,
John Holt,
Aaron Thompson,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.