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 China and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Scion to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Sparks,
OOIOO,
Piero Umiliani,
Sister Nancy,
Quadrant,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Isaac Hayes,
Outsiders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alice Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Idris Muhammad,
Archie Shepp,
Ossler,
Stetsasonic,
Kayak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Görl,
Max Romeo,
Metal Thangz,
Fluxion,
Quando Quango,
Massinfluence,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nas,
Juan Atkins,
the Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Absolute Body Control,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Siglo XX,
One Last Wish,
The Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Eli Mardock,
a-ha,
Mandrill,
The Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fuzztones,
Pussy Galore,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.