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 Jordan and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Jeru the Damaja to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Bourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Japan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Patti Smith,
Babytalk,
Susan Cadogan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aural Exciters,
The Fugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra,
Surgeon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Techniques,
Rekid,
Scott Walker,
Max Romeo,
The Barracudas,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Trumans Water,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Young Rascals,
Quantec,
The Blues Magoos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fugazi,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Ice-T,
The Stooges,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
Gang Gang Dance,
June Days,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ken Boothe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed,
Yaz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Don Cherry,
Aaron Thompson,
Subhumans,
Reagan Youth,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
Marmalade,
Dave Gahan,
Chris Corsano,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
Charles Mingus,
Jacob Miller,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.