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 Togo 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Con Funk Shun to the punk 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Neil Young,
Spoonie Gee,
Easy Going,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Copeland,
The Buckinghams,
Ken Boothe,
Brick,
Wings,
Charles Mingus,
The Slackers,
Stereo Dub,
Schoolly D,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siglo XX,
The Skatalites,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultravox,
John Cale,
Chrome,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Godley & Creme,
Pierre Henry,
Flash Fearless,
Eurythmics,
The United States of America,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Offenders,
Rapeman,
B.T. Express,
FM Einheit,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scrapy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Fear,
Lakeside,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Velvet Underground,
Tom Boy,
Minutemen,
Aural Exciters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suicide,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang of Four,
The Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Finger,
China Crisis,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.