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 France and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Ponytail to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alice Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
Max Romeo,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
Oneida,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David McCallum,
Chrome,
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quando Quango,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
Eve St. Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alison Limerick,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cowsills,
Bob Dylan,
Unwound,
The American Breed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro,
Depeche Mode,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tim Buckley,
CMW,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slits,
The Litter,
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Grass Roots,
OOIOO,
Masters at Work,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sarah Menescal,
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
Wings,
Porter Ricks,
World's Most,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.