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 Venezuela and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Babytalk to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Yazoo,
Blake Baxter,
David Axelrod,
ABC,
The Five Americans,
Average White Band,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
Anakelly,
Can,
The Doors,
Minor Threat,
the Slits,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Move,
X-102,
Ken Boothe,
Blossom Toes,
John Holt,
Joey Negro,
Joe Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Toasters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Techniques,
Wolf Eyes,
Rotary Connection,
Oblivians,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Trojans,
Mo-Dettes,
Tom Boy,
Nils Olav,
T. Rex,
R.M.O.,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Trumans Water,
Kurtis Blow,
Soulsonic Force,
Television,
Brand Nubian,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sex Pistols,
Althea and Donna,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Banda Bassotti,
Organ,
Technova,
The Remains,
The Alarm Clocks,
Porter Ricks,
Cecil Taylor,
Quadrant,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
Gregory Isaacs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.