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 Tonga and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Bananas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Con Funk Shun,
the Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
Vainqueur,
Urselle,
Whodini,
10cc,
Todd Rundgren,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
T. Rex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
Pere Ubu,
Crime,
The Grass Roots,
Henry Cow,
The Names,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
The Smiths,
Harmonia,
Sister Nancy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders,
Jacob Miller,
Sparks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Television Personalities,
Gang Starr,
Stockholm Monsters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Interpol,
Nik Kershaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Wyatt,
Visage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stiv Bators,
Buzzcocks,
the Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Sixth Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Au Pairs,
Fugazi,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.