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 Qatar and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Moebius,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visage,
Saccharine Trust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Michelle Simonal,
James White and The Blacks,
The J.B.'s,
Intrusion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Hill,
KRS-One,
Suburban Knight,
The Motions,
The Modern Lovers,
Leonard Cohen,
Barrington Levy,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerri Chandler,
Sound Behaviour,
Cecil Taylor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Robert Wyatt,
JFA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stiv Bators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
Soul II Soul,
Oblivians,
Ultra Naté,
David Axelrod,
the Normal,
Quadrant,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monks,
Excepter,
Isaac Hayes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sällskapet,
Brass Construction,
Colin Newman,
Sex Pistols,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Bourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.