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 Maldives and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
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 güiro 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 Lou Christie to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Gichy Dan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yusef Lateef,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joyce Sims,
The Misunderstood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
The Motions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Neil Young,
Harry Pussy,
Rod Modell,
China Crisis,
Lalann,
Ultra Naté,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Negative Approach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mandrill,
Second Layer,
Fat Boys,
John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Tres Demented,
Technova,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Remains,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
X-101,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
Blancmange,
Goldenarms,
The Birthday Party,
Eric B and Rakim,
Desert Stars,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Martian,
Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Absolute Body Control,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Copeland,
T.S.O.L.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mo-Dettes,
UT,
Flash Fearless,
Mission of Burma,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.