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 Guatemala and from London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
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 organ 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 Rod Modell to the jazz 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Ornette Coleman,
Inner City,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun City Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cure,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Byrd,
Cybotron,
The Tremeloes,
Gong,
the Normal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Wells,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Excepter,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Real Kids,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rotary Connection,
Agent Orange,
48th St. Collective,
Franke,
Grauzone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Harry Pussy,
Bad Manners,
Peter and Kerry,
Wolf Eyes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Livin' Joy,
Nils Olav,
10cc,
Robert Görl,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Interpol,
Stiv Bators,
The Buckinghams,
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Amon Düül,
The Slits,
The Gladiators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camberwell Now,
Easy Going,
This Heat,
Flipper,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Graham Central Station,
The Evens,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.