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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Ornette Coleman to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
Ultravox,
Index,
The Move,
The Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Roger Hodgson,
Maleditus Sound,
E-Dancer,
Crash Course in Science,
Tim Buckley,
Rapeman,
Funkadelic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxette,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bush Tetras,
Maurizio,
The Motions,
Siglo XX,
Godley & Creme,
Cluster,
Barbara Tucker,
Slave,
Nas,
F. McDonald,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
The Zeros,
Television,
Brand Nubian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Trojans,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter & Gordon,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
The Pretty Things,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skarface,
Eric Dolphy,
Colin Newman,
the Slits,
Soft Machine,
Drexciya,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Al Stewart,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
Mark Hollis,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.