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 Russia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Nils Olav to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy Collins,
Warren Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Godley & Creme,
Zapp,
Harry Pussy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Trumans Water,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Underground Resistance,
X-102,
Fat Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Urselle,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
The Pretty Things,
The Moody Blues,
ABC,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Basic Channel,
The Associates,
The Dave Clark Five,
Archie Shepp,
the Bar-Kays,
Porter Ricks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yellowson,
UT,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minutemen,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Youth Brigade,
Procol Harum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bob Dylan,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Halsall,
The Grass Roots,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare,
Eric Copeland,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.