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 Jamaica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Godley & Creme to the techno 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Clear Light,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blackbyrds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Outsiders,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dirtbombs,
the Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Duran Duran,
Boz Scaggs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Rites of Spring,
June of 44,
Rod Modell,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slick Rick,
The Monks,
David McCallum,
The Count Five,
Can,
L. Decosne,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Axelrod,
the Normal,
The New Christs,
Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
UT,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
Eve St. Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Oneida,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Gichy Dan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gories,
A Certain Ratio,
AZ,
The Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.