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 Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the jazz 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Blossom Toes,
The Sonics,
the Normal,
Sandy B,
The American Breed,
OOIOO,
Bob Dylan,
Crooked Eye,
Yellowson,
R.M.O.,
The Zeros,
Sister Nancy,
The Doors,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
The Angels of Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Brass Construction,
Bronski Beat,
The Monochrome Set,
Cybotron,
Lucky Dragons,
Kayak,
Grey Daturas,
The Cowsills,
Banda Bassotti,
Scratch Acid,
The Dirtbombs,
Connie Case,
Mark Hollis,
World's Most,
Joensuu 1685,
Bush Tetras,
Sparks,
Public Enemy,
Cameo,
The Smoke,
The Move,
Spoonie Gee,
Young Marble Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Interpol,
Faraquet,
Skarface,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
The New Christs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy Collins,
Radio Birdman,
Sugar Minott,
Organ,
Outsiders,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Lynne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.