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 Uzbekistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Crime to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sandy B,
Howard Jones,
Shoche,
PIL,
Livin' Joy,
the Germs,
Pylon,
the Sonics,
the Normal,
Archie Shepp,
Public Enemy,
OOIOO,
Kurtis Blow,
The Associates,
Erasure,
The Music Machine,
Model 500,
Lyres,
AZ,
Fugazi,
Ornette Coleman,
CMW,
The Cure,
Groovy Waters,
Fat Boys,
The Offenders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suicide,
K-Klass,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Intrusion,
Brothers Johnson,
David McCallum,
The Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
EPMD,
Robert Wyatt,
Ludus,
Dennis Brown,
The Cramps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Infiniti,
Idris Muhammad,
The Litter,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Style,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Terry,
Clear Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Skaos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
F. McDonald,
Subhumans,
The Monks,
Cameo,
Symarip,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.