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 Djibouti and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 The Doors to the funk 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
T. Rex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sister Nancy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
F. McDonald,
David Axelrod,
Leonard Cohen,
The Remains,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Offenders,
Skriet,
Faust,
Bush Tetras,
the Normal,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
Minutemen,
The Sonics,
Yazoo,
Pagans,
Connie Case,
Roger Hodgson,
Funky Four + One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Carl Craig,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camberwell Now,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
Rites of Spring,
Harmonia,
Agent Orange,
Rotary Connection,
Hoover,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Motions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
Von Mondo,
DJ Style,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Subhumans,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
48th St. Collective,
Supertramp,
Banda Bassotti,
Erasure,
Average White Band,
cv313,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
the Germs,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.