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 Egypt and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
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 rhodes 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 Rosa Yemen to the crunk 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Dawn Penn,
Mad Mike,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Silicon Teens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mo-Dettes,
Thompson Twins,
The Residents,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
The Fortunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultravox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Invisible,
Black Moon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Letta Mbulu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Massinfluence,
The Techniques,
Blancmange,
Piero Umiliani,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siglo XX,
The Searchers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Offenders,
cv313,
The Standells,
Technova,
Ice-T,
Lakeside,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Japan,
Gichy Dan,
Tubeway Army,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Sheep,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Easy Going,
Eve St. Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deadbeat,
ABC,
the Normal,
Robert Wyatt,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brass Construction,
Barrington Levy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.