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 Lesotho and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Depeche Mode,
Marvin Gaye,
Althea and Donna,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Green,
Oneida,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Dolphy,
The Tremeloes,
Outsiders,
Buzzcocks,
Urselle,
Amazonics,
Cameo,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Clear Light,
The Gun Club,
Severed Heads,
Jawbox,
Roger Hodgson,
PIL,
Deepchord,
Eli Mardock,
The Cowsills,
Black Pus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yusef Lateef,
Whodini,
kango's stein massive,
Suicide,
Khruangbin,
The Smoke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sam Rivers,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slave,
Peter and Kerry,
The Star Department,
Symarip,
Hot Snakes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
Albert Ayler,
Charles Mingus,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
Von Mondo,
Brand Nubian,
The Moleskins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Carl Craig,
Ludus,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.