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 Ghana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Rod Modell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Machine. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Sisters of Mercy,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
Neu!,
Cal Tjader,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris Corsano,
Minutemen,
The Zeros,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mission of Burma,
Delta 5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amazonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
Nas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magma,
Popol Vuh,
The Velvet Underground,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
Desert Stars,
AZ,
MC5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare,
the Sonics,
The Slackers,
Aswad,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slits,
Pulsallama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eve St. Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Index,
The J.B.'s,
Barrington Levy,
The Litter,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cowsills,
Anakelly,
Gichy Dan,
This Heat,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.