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 Bahrain and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Mission of Burma to the dance 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Lightning Bolt,
ABBA,
Buzzcocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Janne Schatter,
Radiohead,
Accadde A,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
Trumans Water,
Flipper,
Pierre Henry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ossler,
Donny Hathaway,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rekid,
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne,
This Heat,
Spandau Ballet,
Kas Product,
The Offenders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul II Soul,
Grauzone,
Franke,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fugs,
Crooked Eye,
John Holt,
Colin Newman,
Procol Harum,
Zero Boys,
The Gories,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arthur Verocai,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
CMW,
Mars,
Jacques Brel,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Section 25,
Kerri Chandler,
Kaleidoscope,
Liliput,
Black Pus,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.