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 Malaysia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Yusef Lateef to the jazz 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Modern Lovers,
Hoover,
The Misunderstood,
The Barracudas,
Boz Scaggs,
Thompson Twins,
Young Marble Giants,
The Count Five,
Scan 7,
Man Parrish,
Lyres,
Sugar Minott,
Marine Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
E-Dancer,
The Dirtbombs,
Lindisfarne,
MDC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Offenders,
Rekid,
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
Lalann,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harry Pussy,
Roxy Music,
The Human League,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
DJ Sneak,
Surgeon,
Magma,
The Beau Brummels,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare,
Sandy B,
Charles Mingus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lakeside,
The Tremeloes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slave,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
Rakim,
Skaos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moebius,
Dave Gahan,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.