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 United Kingdom and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
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 linndrum 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 Boz Scaggs to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Bobby Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dawn Penn,
Absolute Body Control,
Grey Daturas,
The Residents,
Visage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Motions,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
Soulsonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultravox,
Mr. Review,
The Leaves,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terry Callier,
Arab on Radar,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
Japan,
Faust,
Jacob Miller,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heaven 17,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tim Buckley,
Brand Nubian,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Womack,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantytec,
Public Image Ltd.,
kango's stein massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radio Birdman,
ABC,
The Gun Club,
Swell Maps,
Barry Ungar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Near,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Copeland,
Cal Tjader,
Wasted Youth,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warsaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mandrill,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.