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 Taiwan and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 June of 44 to the funk 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Neil Young,
The Mojo Men,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maleditus Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
U.S. Maple,
Kas Product,
Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neu!,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Sneak,
Fat Boys,
Patti Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
Depeche Mode,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Starr,
Susan Cadogan,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Goldenarms,
Radio Birdman,
Joy Division,
Alison Limerick,
The Evens,
The Velvet Underground,
The Motions,
Sixth Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Monolake,
Pantytec,
Laurel Aitken,
Dual Sessions,
ABC,
Zero Boys,
10cc,
Yazoo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skarface,
Terrestrial Tones,
Schoolly D,
Vladislav Delay,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Moon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funkadelic,
John Holt,
Smog,
Adolescents,
Subhumans,
Sparks,
The Fortunes,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.