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 Singapore and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
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 organ 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio 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?
Soul Sonic Force,
Technova,
Bill Near,
The Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mission of Burma,
Kas Product,
Carl Craig,
Circle Jerks,
Skriet,
Jeff Mills,
Ronnie Foster,
Magazine,
The Litter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ossler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dark Day,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
Tommy Roe,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
Joey Negro,
Wasted Youth,
John Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Cybotron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blake Baxter,
Loose Ends,
Lakeside,
The Barracudas,
Index,
Newcleus,
Wire,
EPMD,
Lyres,
Japan,
The Misunderstood,
Deakin,
Albert Ayler,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül II,
Roger Hodgson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker,
This Heat,
Reagan Youth,
Henry Cow,
The Fugs,
The Walker Brothers,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.