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 Pakistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rap 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Pulsallama,
The Fall,
Max Romeo,
Arcadia,
the Slits,
The Selecter,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Womack,
Man Parrish,
Q65,
Donald Byrd,
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Bob Dylan,
Shoche,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lyres,
Harmonia,
Porter Ricks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Eurythmics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Intrusion,
Shuggie Otis,
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Henry Cow,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slave,
Ituana,
Minny Pops,
Mars,
The Dirtbombs,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed,
Tubeway Army,
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
Harry Pussy,
Section 25,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Görl,
Ornette Coleman,
Camberwell Now,
Black Bananas,
Gang Starr,
Eric Copeland,
Albert Ayler,
Cameo,
Bauhaus,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.