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 Dominica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zapp to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Aural Exciters,
Tommy Roe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Porter Ricks,
Interpol,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick May,
David McCallum,
Symarip,
Essential Logic,
Scion,
The Five Americans,
David Axelrod,
Half Japanese,
Con Funk Shun,
Severed Heads,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Trojans,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Rundgren,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lungfish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Davy DMX,
The Dead C,
Ponytail,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
Pantytec,
The Dirtbombs,
the Association,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zapp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Whodini,
Trumans Water,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
R.M.O.,
Mandrill,
Model 500,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
John Cale,
The United States of America,
Supertramp,
the Slits,
Rekid,
Lindisfarne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tears for Fears,
Barrington Levy,
Jeru the Damaja,
E-Dancer,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.