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 Solomon Islands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
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 güiro 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 Severed Heads to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Aswad,
Smog,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Joe Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Scan 7,
Buzzcocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Style,
Thompson Twins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wire,
Vainqueur,
Steve Hackett,
Bauhaus,
Nico,
Moby Grape,
Pylon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Massinfluence,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boz Scaggs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
OOIOO,
The Music Machine,
The Selecter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Axelrod,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magma,
Roy Ayers,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dead Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Idris Muhammad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Vogues,
Gang Starr,
Rod Modell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donald Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Freddie Wadling,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.