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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pop Group to the rap 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Yazoo,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young,
Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
The Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Near,
Letta Mbulu,
Bluetip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalann,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
UT,
Dual Sessions,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
The Beau Brummels,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bob Dylan,
Underground Resistance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Japan,
Joe Finger,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Clarke,
Rotary Connection,
June Days,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hot Snakes,
Fela Kuti,
The New Christs,
Minnie Riperton,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scratch Acid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes,
Minny Pops,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eli Mardock,
New Age Steppers,
World's Most,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Clear Light,
The Wake,
The Selecter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Make Up,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.