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 Japan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Guru Guru to the jazz 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Howard Jones,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Byrd,
Rakim,
MC5,
Hashim,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DNA,
Roger Hodgson,
Iggy Pop,
Whodini,
The Index,
Todd Rundgren,
UT,
Sugar Minott,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gichy Dan,
PIL,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crash Course in Science,
Quantec,
The Associates,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
KRS-One,
Archie Shepp,
Glambeats Corp.,
D'Angelo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Maleditus Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
The Music Machine,
Cameo,
Intrusion,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Style,
Make Up,
Anthony Braxton,
Eddi Front,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Japan,
China Crisis,
the Germs,
The Slits,
Minny Pops,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
Junior Murvin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gories,
Robert Görl,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABBA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.