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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crooked Eye to the punk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Wake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cluster,
LL Cool J,
Nils Olav,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agent Orange,
Steve Hackett,
CMW,
Delon & Dalcan,
Davy DMX,
Jacob Miller,
ABC,
Shoche,
Bill Wells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Average White Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Foxx,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
K-Klass,
Public Enemy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Victims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dead C,
Minor Threat,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q and Not U,
Barbara Tucker,
Drexciya,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tom Boy,
Wally Richardson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yaz,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-101,
Inner City,
Tears for Fears,
Lucky Dragons,
Tres Demented,
Zero Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warren Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Man Parrish,
Bill Near,
Alison Limerick,
Fluxion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kayak,
Joey Negro,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.