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 Montenegro and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 The Victims to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Adolescents,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
Cheater Slicks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Skatalites,
June Days,
T.S.O.L.,
Chrome,
Cymande,
Essential Logic,
R.M.O.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warsaw,
Liliput,
The Cure,
MDC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Scrapy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
The Knickerbockers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Dual Sessions,
Skarface,
The Names,
Brand Nubian,
Camouflage,
The Invisible,
Pole,
Fear,
Buzzcocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Supertramp,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalann,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kas Product,
Davy DMX,
Janne Schatter,
Underground Resistance,
The Stooges,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Mills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Max Romeo,
The Real Kids,
In Retrospect,
The Fortunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Make Up,
The Tremeloes,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.