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 Tuvalu and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Crime to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Style,
The Mojo Men,
The Red Krayola,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stockholm Monsters,
FM Einheit,
Eric Dolphy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moleskins,
Pussy Galore,
The Velvet Underground,
Yaz,
The Gap Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hardrive,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra,
T. Rex,
The Invisible,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Accadde A,
The Searchers,
Ultra Naté,
Jacob Miller,
Chris Corsano,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brick,
Q and Not U,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scratch Acid,
Ohio Players,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Durutti Column,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker,
Charles Mingus,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Das Ding,
Model 500,
The Happenings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MDC,
Crime,
Surgeon,
Japan,
Junior Murvin,
Neu!,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.