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 China and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soul Sonic Force to the jazz 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Sun City Girls,
The Offenders,
Yazoo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Con Funk Shun,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dawn Penn,
Liliput,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Starr,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eurythmics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
PIL,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harry Pussy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen,
Aswad,
The United States of America,
Suicide,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
The Vogues,
Harmonia,
E-Dancer,
The Moody Blues,
Eve St. Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Buzzcocks,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Heaven 17,
Spandau Ballet,
Procol Harum,
Cluster,
Donny Hathaway,
Scan 7,
MC5,
Bauhaus,
the Bar-Kays,
the Association,
Gang Green,
June of 44,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Lydon,
Second Layer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Japan,
The Buckinghams,
Silicon Teens,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.