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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Monks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Monolake,
New Age Steppers,
Niagra,
Magma,
Magazine,
Grey Daturas,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Con Funk Shun,
The Toasters,
Stetsasonic,
the Normal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Walker Brothers,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Standells,
The Gories,
Bizarre Inc.,
Theoretical Girls,
Thompson Twins,
The Fall,
Robert Hood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
World's Most,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Clarke,
Joy Division,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radio Birdman,
Swell Maps,
Scientists,
Connie Case,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liliput,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drexciya,
Adolescents,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Rundgren,
Scion,
The Trojans,
Mad Mike,
The Moody Blues,
The Star Department,
Nirvana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yaz,
Avey Tare,
MDC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.