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 Kazakhstan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bluetip to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Beau Brummels,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aswad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
Godley & Creme,
Cecil Taylor,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick May,
Eden Ahbez,
Erykah Badu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun City Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Lakeside,
One Last Wish,
Alphaville,
Rufus Thomas,
DNA,
Josef K,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marine Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Pere Ubu,
Carl Craig,
Guru Guru,
Angry Samoans,
Joyce Sims,
Ten City,
Grauzone,
The Cowsills,
Fear,
Subhumans,
Al Stewart,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
The Birthday Party,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Star Department,
June Days,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
The Mummies,
Suicide,
Qualms,
the Bar-Kays,
Saccharine Trust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.