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 Paraguay and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roy Ayers to the rock 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow 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?
Bad Manners,
U.S. Maple,
ABBA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wire,
Kurtis Blow,
China Crisis,
Shoche,
The Techniques,
T.S.O.L.,
Leonard Cohen,
Dawn Penn,
Eyeless In Gaza,
H. Thieme,
Eli Mardock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spoonie Gee,
Animal Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultra Naté,
Joy Division,
John Lydon,
Barry Ungar,
The Offenders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fat Boys,
Soft Machine,
The Gap Band,
Chris Corsano,
Heaven 17,
The Mummies,
Todd Rundgren,
Cameo,
Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Terry,
Peter and Kerry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
EPMD,
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash,
Depeche Mode,
Negative Approach,
Inner City,
The Wake,
Bluetip,
Wolf Eyes,
The Busters,
Marmalade,
Fatback Band,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
The Fortunes,
Rites of Spring,
Jacques Brel,
Flash Fearless,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.