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 Cyprus and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Ten City to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Mars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rekid,
Lungfish,
The Associates,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül II,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quadrant,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Searchers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angry Samoans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grey Daturas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Görl,
Ludus,
Jeff Lynne,
The Raincoats,
Mantronix,
Unwound,
Derrick May,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cameo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
F. McDonald,
kango's stein massive,
Blancmange,
Bang On A Can,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slackers,
Alison Limerick,
Black Pus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mummies,
Ornette Coleman,
Amazonics,
Interpol,
the Bar-Kays,
Kayak,
Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Smog,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.