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 Samoa and from New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
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 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 Scion to the rock 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Main Source,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
Gong,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
Altered Images,
Magma,
Malaria!,
Rod Modell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Peter & Gordon,
D'Angelo,
Magazine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minor Threat,
FM Einheit,
Pagans,
Kerri Chandler,
Easy Going,
Cluster,
Heaven 17,
The Blues Magoos,
Eurythmics,
Japan,
Thee Headcoats,
Barrington Levy,
Swans,
Moss Icon,
The Five Americans,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young,
Tears for Fears,
Bad Manners,
Lower 48,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masters at Work,
The Count Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alison Limerick,
Peter and Kerry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quantec,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.