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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
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 theremin 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 Lucky Dragons to the rock 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Knickerbockers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
Aswad,
The Motions,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
Warsaw,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
Nation of Ulysses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mission of Burma,
Vainqueur,
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
The Blackbyrds,
Scrapy,
Brass Construction,
Talk Talk,
Popol Vuh,
the Association,
The Fall,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
Pierre Henry,
Urselle,
Easy Going,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gap Band,
The Blues Magoos,
DNA,
Dual Sessions,
Laurel Aitken,
John Holt,
Scientists,
Sam Rivers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Massinfluence,
Ronan,
Slave,
Duran Duran,
Rites of Spring,
MC5,
The Gun Club,
Thee Headcoats,
Magazine,
Terry Callier,
Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Alton Ellis,
Q65,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Germs,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.