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 Congo and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the crunk 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Young Marble Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Quadrant,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deadbeat,
The Motions,
Eli Mardock,
Monolake,
Maleditus Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sixth Finger,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
F. McDonald,
The Martian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kenny Larkin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
L. Decosne,
Cybotron,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Beau Brummels,
Accadde A,
The Names,
Thompson Twins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Germs,
John Foxx,
The Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps,
Rekid,
Bush Tetras,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
Smog,
Moss Icon,
Outsiders,
Marc Almond,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.