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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Michelle Simonal to the funk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Guru Guru,
Procol Harum,
Mad Mike,
The Remains,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Althea and Donna,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joey Negro,
Shuggie Otis,
The Skatalites,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
Ossler,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
Wire,
MDC,
Popol Vuh,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mo-Dettes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Massinfluence,
Tears for Fears,
Alison Limerick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ornette Coleman,
Agitation Free,
Nirvana,
E-Dancer,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul II Soul,
The Golliwogs,
Thompson Twins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harry Pussy,
Negative Approach,
Underground Resistance,
B.T. Express,
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
Hot Snakes,
Siglo XX,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.