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 Italy and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Sonny Sharrock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Birthday Party,
China Crisis,
Joe Finger,
Minny Pops,
The Monks,
Amon Düül II,
ABBA,
Hasil Adkins,
Wire,
Make Up,
Bush Tetras,
John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Erykah Badu,
Hashim,
Index,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mummies,
Pantytec,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Au Pairs,
T. Rex,
Barrington Levy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crash Course in Science,
Little Man,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masters at Work,
Jacques Brel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
H. Thieme,
Minnie Riperton,
Warren Ellis,
The American Breed,
Faraquet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
La Düsseldorf,
Moby Grape,
F. McDonald,
Sugar Minott,
Icehouse,
Flipper,
Visage,
cv313,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Judy Mowatt,
Brick,
Morten Harket,
Average White Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.