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 Poland and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Soft Cell to the jazz 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
Quando Quango,
Fugazi,
Arab on Radar,
Fela Kuti,
Sister Nancy,
Section 25,
Scion,
Yaz,
Maurizio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
Black Pus,
Aloha Tigers,
Yellowson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deepchord,
Josef K,
David McCallum,
The Victims,
Scrapy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dual Sessions,
MC5,
Banda Bassotti,
Albert Ayler,
Michelle Simonal,
Magma,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
Alison Limerick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Almond,
Reuben Wilson,
Minnie Riperton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neu!,
Bobby Sherman,
Skarface,
Royal Trux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacques Brel,
The Doors,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Germs,
Los Fastidios,
DNA,
B.T. Express,
Cheater Slicks,
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
Laurel Aitken,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bluetip,
Tim Buckley,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.