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 Zimbabwe and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Electric Prunes to the grime 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pole,
This Heat,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Hood,
Nico,
Moss Icon,
Archie Shepp,
Oneida,
The Offenders,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Lynne,
Mo-Dettes,
Boredoms,
Lindisfarne,
The Remains,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Near,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yaz,
The Mojo Men,
Magazine,
Buzzcocks,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lee Hazlewood,
June of 44,
Mission of Burma,
Ornette Coleman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wasted Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Nas,
Fluxion,
Sparks,
Derrick May,
The Fugs,
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Görl,
Mandrill,
Scrapy,
Connie Case,
the Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Soulsonic Force,
The Happenings,
The Doors,
Hashim,
Colin Newman,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.