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 Romania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sandy B to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Tommy Roe,
Bad Manners,
Barry Ungar,
Urselle,
Pagans,
The Saints,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deepchord,
Siglo XX,
Lakeside,
One Last Wish,
Eli Mardock,
Alton Ellis,
The Move,
Black Sheep,
Janne Schatter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fatback Band,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick Morgan,
The Stooges,
UT,
Althea and Donna,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Depeche Mode,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Adolescents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Osbourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Visage,
Funkadelic,
Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül,
The Wake,
the Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tim Buckley,
The Cosmic Jokers,
In Retrospect,
Lindisfarne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warsaw,
The Young Rascals,
Gichy Dan,
Ten City,
Eric Dolphy,
The Barracudas,
Bush Tetras,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
Make Up,
10cc,
Eric Copeland,
Joey Negro,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.