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 Marshall Islands and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 Slave to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Aural Exciters,
The Cowsills,
June of 44,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultravox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joey Negro,
John Foxx,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Hill,
Lakeside,
Davy DMX,
Angry Samoans,
Joyce Sims,
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Smog,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
X-101,
Minnie Riperton,
Anakelly,
Guru Guru,
The Gladiators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Livin' Joy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantytec,
Cameo,
CMW,
Lalann,
Niagra,
The Barracudas,
Ken Boothe,
cv313,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Flag,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mo-Dettes,
Siglo XX,
Sight & Sound,
Minor Threat,
The Saints,
Duran Duran,
Joe Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.