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 Niger and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Second Layer,
AZ,
David Bowie,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cowsills,
The Vogues,
Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Sheep,
The Moody Blues,
the Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Bad Manners,
Sister Nancy,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radio Birdman,
The Five Americans,
Intrusion,
Fela Kuti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Y Pants,
Derrick Morgan,
Stetsasonic,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
The Mojo Men,
Camberwell Now,
K-Klass,
Drexciya,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The American Breed,
Hasil Adkins,
EPMD,
The Pretty Things,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masters at Work,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Archie Shepp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Skatalites,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
Nick Fraelich,
Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Royal Trux,
Easy Going,
Section 25,
Supertramp,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Beau Brummels,
Brass Construction,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.