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 Somalia and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Fad Gadget to the dance 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Accadde A,
The Five Americans,
Black Moon,
Bill Near,
10cc,
H. Thieme,
Stereo Dub,
Cymande,
Bill Wells,
Pulsallama,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ornette Coleman,
Carl Craig,
The Cramps,
Erasure,
OOIOO,
Todd Rundgren,
Agent Orange,
K-Klass,
New Order,
Joyce Sims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Au Pairs,
Drexciya,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Groovy Waters,
Bush Tetras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tommy Roe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slave,
Quantec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare,
Donny Hathaway,
The Buckinghams,
Bad Manners,
a-ha,
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears,
EPMD,
The Barracudas,
Massinfluence,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.