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 Saudi Arabia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pharoah Sanders to the punk 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
A Certain Ratio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
The Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-Ray Spex,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Dolphy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris & Cosey,
Grauzone,
Second Layer,
Lou Christie,
The Sound,
Television,
Mars,
The Zeros,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stiv Bators,
The Fortunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultra Naté,
The Evens,
Eddi Front,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
Cybotron,
The Litter,
Terry Callier,
K-Klass,
Marmalade,
Black Sheep,
Trumans Water,
The Searchers,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oneida,
Animal Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Sonics,
Anakelly,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Green,
Rekid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.