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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Radiopuhelimet to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Invisible,
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus,
Das Ding,
Hoover,
Minor Threat,
Livin' Joy,
Ronnie Foster,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry's Kids,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Michelle Simonal,
H. Thieme,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
The Zeros,
Bang On A Can,
Supertramp,
Ludus,
Funkadelic,
Lower 48,
Sonic Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Flipper,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra,
F. McDonald,
Simply Red,
The Wake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
Buzzcocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bad Manners,
Scientists,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Eurythmics,
Oblivians,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
Organ,
Sparks,
Whodini,
Nas,
Subhumans,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
A Certain Ratio,
Chrome,
Darondo,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.