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 Belize and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 The Mojo Men 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
ABBA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Associates,
Mark Hollis,
The Martian,
Buzzcocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warren Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Judy Mowatt,
Ludus,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
Patti Smith,
David McCallum,
Pylon,
Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Unwound,
Thompson Twins,
Erykah Badu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moss Icon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grauzone,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sandy B,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Litter,
The Victims,
Stetsasonic,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-101,
Pole,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
Skriet,
The Leaves,
Shoche,
DJ Sneak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
Jimmy McGriff,
T. Rex,
The Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.