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 Swaziland and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Unwound to the punk 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Ossler,
The Smiths,
Ronan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shoche,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cecil Taylor,
Smog,
Pierre Henry,
Country Teasers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rites of Spring,
Altered Images,
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Franke,
The Moody Blues,
Morten Harket,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sixth Finger,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
UT,
Dorothy Ashby,
David McCallum,
JFA,
Youth Brigade,
The Cramps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yusef Lateef,
Faraquet,
the Bar-Kays,
Wings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Style,
Excepter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mars,
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.