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 Czech Republic and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tom Boy to the crunk 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
Scrapy,
The Star Department,
Qualms,
Grey Daturas,
Bang On A Can,
Severed Heads,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Connie Case,
Schoolly D,
Thompson Twins,
The Fall,
The Selecter,
Minutemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter and Kerry,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aloha Tigers,
Byron Stingily,
Cymande,
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
B.T. Express,
Lightning Bolt,
Organ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cybotron,
Whodini,
Underground Resistance,
China Crisis,
Altered Images,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tres Demented,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brass Construction,
Eden Ahbez,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Clarke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Girls At Our Best!,
La Düsseldorf,
New York Dolls,
The Misunderstood,
Main Source,
Kenny Larkin,
cv313,
Parry Music,
In Retrospect,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tom Boy,
Soulsonic Force,
Zapp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.