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 Italy and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Black Pus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scientists,
Mark Hollis,
Mandrill,
Monolake,
Wally Richardson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skaos,
Japan,
Agent Orange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army,
Average White Band,
Babytalk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brick,
The Red Krayola,
The Last Poets,
The Index,
Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tres Demented,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lindisfarne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lyres,
The Happenings,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Clarke,
Nas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fluxion,
Vladislav Delay,
Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kaleidoscope,
Procol Harum,
Ultra Naté,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Silicon Teens,
Minny Pops,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delta 5,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.