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 Madagascar and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Roxy Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kaleidoscope,
Slave,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Joensuu 1685,
Iggy Pop,
Ituana,
Ohio Players,
Japan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Count Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Grauzone,
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
Basic Channel,
Q65,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Order,
Excepter,
E-Dancer,
Duran Duran,
Deakin,
Zapp,
Cal Tjader,
Mad Mike,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
Aural Exciters,
The Vogues,
L. Decosne,
DNA,
48th St. Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Tears for Fears,
Massinfluence,
Sister Nancy,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Kurtis Blow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kas Product,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
Ponytail,
Vladislav Delay,
Nas,
The Skatalites,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Hill,
Dual Sessions,
Blossom Toes,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.