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 South Africa and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Robert Palmer 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 Alice Coltrane to the punk 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Mad Mike,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Surgeon,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
David Axelrod,
Trumans Water,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gories,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Blancmange,
Porter Ricks,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drexciya,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Halsall,
Siglo XX,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Lynne,
Alphaville,
Ohio Players,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mr. Review,
Pagans,
Stiv Bators,
Technova,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zero Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronnie Foster,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers,
Royal Trux,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James White and The Blacks,
Lakeside,
The Doobie Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed,
Darondo,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
Tres Demented,
Altered Images,
Roxette,
Cybotron,
Suburban Knight,
The Names,
The Techniques,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick Morgan,
Cameo,
Barrington Levy,
MDC,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.