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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Robert Wyatt to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quando Quango,
Porter Ricks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Evens,
KRS-One,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Osbourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
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Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
JFA,
Bronski Beat,
Ultravox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bob Dylan,
Procol Harum,
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
Hoover,
Flipper,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Raincoats,
Little Man,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gap Band,
U.S. Maple,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Ronnie Foster,
Mr. Review,
Pole,
Basic Channel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The J.B.'s,
Scion,
Leonard Cohen,
Amazonics,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
Make Up,
Ornette Coleman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Flag,
Brass Construction,
Flash Fearless,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxy Music,
MDC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Theoretical Girls,
FM Einheit,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.