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 Madagascar and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 EPMD to the funk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Skatalites,
One Last Wish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Saints,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hashim,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang of Four,
Stiv Bators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Wire,
Sun Ra,
Black Flag,
Eli Mardock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brand Nubian,
KRS-One,
The Black Dice,
Excepter,
E-Dancer,
Maleditus Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Desert Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Japan,
Eurythmics,
Todd Rundgren,
Aswad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agent Orange,
Michelle Simonal,
Quantec,
X-101,
Henry Cow,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
John Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
the Human League,
Quadrant,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Symarip,
Idris Muhammad,
48th St. Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Make Up,
Man Parrish,
X-102,
T. Rex,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.