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 Switzerland and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Dennis Brown to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alton Ellis,
Altered Images,
Japan,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
Yaz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Idris Muhammad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hot Snakes,
The Associates,
Freddie Wadling,
Smog,
Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Hill,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool Moe Dee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Clear Light,
The Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
R.M.O.,
Nico,
The Residents,
Hasil Adkins,
The Misunderstood,
Magma,
Organ,
Mars,
Theoretical Girls,
The Kinks,
The Slits,
Joyce Sims,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neu!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lucky Dragons,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Joey Negro,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.