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 Liberia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fire Engines to the disco 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Pantaleimon,
The New Christs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Severed Heads,
Inner City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Vogues,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
Ultra Naté,
Vladislav Delay,
The Trojans,
Altered Images,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amazonics,
DJ Style,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doobie Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Faraquet,
Blake Baxter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Panda Bear,
Bob Dylan,
Black Bananas,
The Golliwogs,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crooked Eye,
Marmalade,
Desert Stars,
Joe Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nas,
New York Dolls,
Livin' Joy,
Wire,
AZ,
The Gladiators,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
Prince Buster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reagan Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee,
One Last Wish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ornette Coleman,
Qualms,
Young Marble Giants,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.