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 Papua New Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-Ray Spex to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Gichy Dan,
Yaz,
Wings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
the Normal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fatback Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Sarah Menescal,
T.S.O.L.,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Slits,
June Days,
Harpers Bizarre,
Audionom,
The Human League,
The Tremeloes,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Qualms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Darondo,
Matthew Bourne,
T. Rex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Velvet Underground,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Second Layer,
The Move,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
Terry Callier,
The Gap Band,
Radiohead,
X-101,
Bad Manners,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fat Boys,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Section 25,
Anakelly,
Talk Talk,
a-ha,
Donny Hathaway,
Sixth Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.