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 East Timor and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Heavy D & The Boyz 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Blossom Toes,
Rosa Yemen,
This Heat,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moleskins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crime,
Nils Olav,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ten City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacques Brel,
The Angels of Light,
One Last Wish,
The Techniques,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Second Layer,
Aloha Tigers,
Supertramp,
Flipper,
Los Fastidios,
Severed Heads,
Mr. Review,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Starr,
Mad Mike,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Music Machine,
John Holt,
Brick,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Whodini,
Andrew Hill,
The Knickerbockers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Iggy Pop,
Wasted Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Agent Orange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blues Magoos,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxy Music,
Camberwell Now,
Silicon Teens,
Ossler,
Agitation Free,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.