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 Afghanistan and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
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 organ 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 Clear Light to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Y Pants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Silicon Teens,
Charles Mingus,
Blossom Toes,
Donald Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wings,
Jerry's Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultimate Spinach,
The United States of America,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Hill,
Procol Harum,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül,
Sarah Menescal,
Thompson Twins,
Joyce Sims,
Scrapy,
The Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick May,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ornette Coleman,
Pulsallama,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
Intrusion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Don Cherry,
Yaz,
Soul Sonic Force,
MDC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nico,
Youth Brigade,
The Buckinghams,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doors,
James White and The Blacks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Stooges,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
The Raincoats,
David Bowie,
Mars,
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
H. Thieme,
The Red Krayola,
OOIOO,
Albert Ayler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.