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 Australia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Barry Ungar to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marmalade,
Kayak,
Erykah Badu,
The Star Department,
Stockholm Monsters,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
Negative Approach,
Duran Duran,
The Leaves,
Public Enemy,
Wire,
Tubeway Army,
The Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Juan Atkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
China Crisis,
Gabor Szabo,
The Music Machine,
The Gun Club,
Cecil Taylor,
Pussy Galore,
Average White Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Steve Hackett,
Judy Mowatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ice-T,
The Vogues,
Young Marble Giants,
Crime,
Amon Düül,
Iggy Pop,
Dave Gahan,
Charles Mingus,
The Count Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
Derrick Morgan,
X-102,
Bronski Beat,
10cc,
Con Funk Shun,
The Zeros,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Trojans,
Maurizio,
Andrew Hill,
Minutemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.