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 Uganda and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Talk Talk to the electroclash 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
UT,
Dead Boys,
World's Most,
Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Charles Mingus,
Thompson Twins,
New York Dolls,
Quando Quango,
kango's stein massive,
Trumans Water,
ABBA,
Moebius,
Curtis Mayfield,
Goldenarms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moby Grape,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Busters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare,
Depeche Mode,
Harmonia,
Donny Hathaway,
The Black Dice,
Agent Orange,
Outsiders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nation of Ulysses,
La Düsseldorf,
Chrome,
cv313,
The Walker Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pussy Galore,
Flipper,
Fela Kuti,
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex,
Hot Snakes,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalann,
Fluxion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.