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 Burkina and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
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 linndrum 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Brand Nubian,
Hoover,
Flash Fearless,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harry Pussy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
Excepter,
John Coltrane,
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Index,
The Martian,
Simply Red,
Alphaville,
Fad Gadget,
DNA,
David McCallum,
Pole,
F. McDonald,
Organ,
The Mummies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harmonia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nils Olav,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Aural Exciters,
Outsiders,
John Foxx,
Ultravox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Index,
Avey Tare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warsaw,
The Fall,
Swell Maps,
Radiohead,
The Tremeloes,
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.