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 Japan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Black Sheep to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Sparks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Teasers,
Magma,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
New Order,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funky Four + One,
10cc,
Audionom,
The Barracudas,
Moebius,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Offenders,
Connie Case,
Eric Copeland,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers,
The Remains,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liliput,
Pulsallama,
Marmalade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marvin Gaye,
KRS-One,
Gong,
Newcleus,
Deadbeat,
Ponytail,
Minor Threat,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare,
Model 500,
Isaac Hayes,
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Charles Mingus,
Radiohead,
Procol Harum,
Dual Sessions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dead C,
Susan Cadogan,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Image Ltd.,
Duran Duran,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.