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 New Zealand and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Fugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agent Orange,
Michelle Simonal,
Joy Division,
Sandy B,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T. Rex,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ice-T,
Jeff Mills,
New Age Steppers,
Lower 48,
The Red Krayola,
The Real Kids,
Japan,
Alice Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
China Crisis,
Bad Manners,
Little Man,
Moebius,
Spoonie Gee,
Deadbeat,
R.M.O.,
Moss Icon,
the Association,
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Boz Scaggs,
Zero Boys,
Fear,
Crooked Eye,
Stereo Dub,
Infiniti,
The Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Tommy Roe,
Clear Light,
Slick Rick,
Porter Ricks,
Yellowson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Copeland,
Technova,
Moby Grape,
The American Breed,
Eurythmics,
The Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter & Gordon,
The Knickerbockers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.