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 Jamaica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Outsiders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Techniques,
Altered Images,
David Bowie,
Cymande,
Intrusion,
Mad Mike,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sarah Menescal,
Procol Harum,
Popol Vuh,
The Fuzztones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sugar Minott,
The American Breed,
Junior Murvin,
kango's stein massive,
CMW,
Gong,
Franke,
Porter Ricks,
Ponytail,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
The Leaves,
Desert Stars,
Basic Channel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Green,
Gregory Isaacs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Talk Talk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Model 500,
EPMD,
New Order,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Near,
The Fall,
U.S. Maple,
Magazine,
Cluster,
Japan,
New York Dolls,
Wasted Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Babytalk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shoche,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lower 48,
The Kinks,
Camouflage,
Terry Callier,
The Angels of Light,
Echospace,
The Victims,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.