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 Ghana and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
David Axelrod,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
Aswad,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare,
DJ Sneak,
Television Personalities,
Smog,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker,
Subhumans,
Tubeway Army,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
The Raincoats,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Niagra,
Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxy Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
Zapp,
Visage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
CMW,
The Vogues,
10cc,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
Pussy Galore,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Germs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Negative Approach,
Camouflage,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
Infiniti,
World's Most,
Anakelly,
Bauhaus,
Anthony Braxton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Qualms,
Black Moon,
Schoolly D,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flash Fearless,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.