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 Slovakia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Leonard Cohen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
the Association,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young,
Bob Dylan,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mary Jane Girls,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Rundgren,
Suicide,
Subhumans,
ABBA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barry Ungar,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Niagra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bronski Beat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mandrill,
Accadde A,
Arab on Radar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxette,
Ohio Players,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun City Girls,
The Barracudas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scan 7,
Albert Ayler,
Minnie Riperton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Bourne,
Thompson Twins,
The Fuzztones,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dirtbombs,
Crime,
The Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Shuggie Otis,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lindisfarne,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faraquet,
The Stooges,
Joy Division,
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Talk Talk,
Susan Cadogan,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.