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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Camberwell Now to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
Masters at Work,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Hood,
Curtis Mayfield,
David McCallum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wire,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The United States of America,
Anthony Braxton,
Minutemen,
Gang Starr,
the Swans,
Harry Pussy,
10cc,
Deakin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Lydon,
Niagra,
MC5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joy Division,
Sex Pistols,
Accadde A,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Clear Light,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
Throbbing Gristle,
EPMD,
Fugazi,
The Monks,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
Hoover,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visage,
Monks,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mojo Men,
The Barracudas,
New Age Steppers,
Eurythmics,
Nas,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
David Axelrod,
Sister Nancy,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.