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 St Lucia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
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 David Bowie 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 Roger Hodgson 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lakeside,
The Vogues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Section 25,
The Searchers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mary Jane Girls,
a-ha,
Wire,
Prince Buster,
Radiohead,
Yellowson,
Cecil Taylor,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxy Music,
DNA,
Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monks,
Tres Demented,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mr. Review,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Second Layer,
Blancmange,
New York Dolls,
Youth Brigade,
F. McDonald,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
JFA,
Khruangbin,
Can,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alton Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
John Foxx,
Janne Schatter,
Bauhaus,
Model 500,
the Bar-Kays,
K-Klass,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mad Mike,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.