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 Moldova and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harmonia to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Mighty Diamonds,
E-Dancer,
Lucky Dragons,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Image Ltd.,
PIL,
Moby Grape,
Don Cherry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Duran Duran,
Janne Schatter,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Mills,
Donny Hathaway,
Ornette Coleman,
Motorama,
The Saints,
Joy Division,
Isaac Hayes,
The Martian,
Lou Christie,
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Kinks,
The Searchers,
Monolake,
Circle Jerks,
Crime,
Kas Product,
Excepter,
Lyres,
Dawn Penn,
Parry Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann,
Bad Manners,
Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siglo XX,
Idris Muhammad,
Glenn Branca,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Offenders,
Y Pants,
Crispian St. Peters,
a-ha,
EPMD,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick Morgan,
Cluster,
Brothers Johnson,
Saccharine Trust,
Ken Boothe,
Ronan,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.