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 Vietnam and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wings to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Offenders,
Donald Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Sixth Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Pus,
X-102,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
Patti Smith,
B.T. Express,
Sex Pistols,
A Certain Ratio,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
Urselle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Rekid,
The Barracudas,
Rhythm & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
Flash Fearless,
Monolake,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul II Soul,
U.S. Maple,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
48th St. Collective,
Organ,
Brothers Johnson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ice-T,
Porter Ricks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Steve Hackett,
Minnie Riperton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Hood,
Inner City,
DJ Style,
Mantronix,
Crash Course in Science,
Vainqueur,
Nik Kershaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
D'Angelo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.