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 Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Delon & Dalcan to the punk 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Derrick Morgan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Red Krayola,
Tommy Roe,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
Mr. Review,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Machine,
Adolescents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
Accadde A,
The Doors,
the Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Busters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABBA,
The Misunderstood,
R.M.O.,
Angry Samoans,
Unrelated Segments,
Altered Images,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Copeland,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The United States of America,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxy Music,
Godley & Creme,
Jacques Brel,
Neu!,
The Residents,
Scientists,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Archie Shepp,
Deadbeat,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Black Bananas,
The Music Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.