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 Iceland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Patti Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Knickerbockers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ossler,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
Kayak,
The Happenings,
The Leaves,
Nick Fraelich,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
Zapp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Royal Trux,
Simply Red,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blues Magoos,
The Music Machine,
Joy Division,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
The Pop Group,
DNA,
The Raincoats,
Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
The Names,
Skriet,
Jawbox,
Warren Ellis,
The Sound,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.