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 Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 La Düsseldorf to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Last Poets,
The Young Rascals,
Procol Harum,
Inner City,
the Swans,
Avey Tare,
OOIOO,
Quantec,
The Birthday Party,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Josef K,
Boredoms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultra Naté,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television,
The Black Dice,
Todd Terry,
X-102,
The Raincoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joey Negro,
The Happenings,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Das Ding,
Erykah Badu,
Alison Limerick,
Brand Nubian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
La Düsseldorf,
Dual Sessions,
MDC,
Little Man,
Ten City,
The Gories,
Bill Near,
Matthew Bourne,
Animal Collective,
Roxy Music,
The Wake,
Monolake,
Simply Red,
Mars,
Mad Mike,
DJ Style,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Intrusion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.