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 Bulgaria and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blues Magoos to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Von Mondo,
Slave,
Eurythmics,
Jacob Miller,
Wolf Eyes,
The Happenings,
Alice Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Byrd,
Jawbox,
Talk Talk,
Scrapy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
UT,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spoonie Gee,
John Coltrane,
a-ha,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
Terry Callier,
Darondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q65,
The Walker Brothers,
Brick,
R.M.O.,
Procol Harum,
Black Flag,
The Star Department,
The Saints,
the Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
The Barracudas,
Robert Hood,
L. Decosne,
Brothers Johnson,
the Association,
Flipper,
Black Sheep,
Lower 48,
Bootsy Collins,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joey Negro,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed,
Nik Kershaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.