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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 T.S.O.L. 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Letta Mbulu,
Reuben Wilson,
Sex Pistols,
Thee Headcoats,
The Wake,
Depeche Mode,
Average White Band,
Andrew Hill,
X-Ray Spex,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
DNA,
Aaron Thompson,
Parry Music,
Skaos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siglo XX,
Scrapy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rekid,
Moby Grape,
Buzzcocks,
Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
L. Decosne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joyce Sims,
Supertramp,
Sister Nancy,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
Arcadia,
Ronan,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Roxette,
Sonic Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Accadde A,
Suicide,
Oneida,
The Misunderstood,
Brothers Johnson,
Fat Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Wyatt,
Moebius,
Inner City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABC,
Unwound,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.