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 United States and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 The Mojo Men to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida 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?
Skriet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Letta Mbulu,
Faust,
Tommy Roe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton,
Maurizio,
The Offenders,
Anakelly,
Dorothy Ashby,
Michelle Simonal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brick,
Ornette Coleman,
the Bar-Kays,
Lower 48,
Isaac Hayes,
JFA,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Near,
Spandau Ballet,
H. Thieme,
ABBA,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oblivians,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wings,
Infiniti,
Nirvana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Howard Jones,
Public Enemy,
Moss Icon,
Jawbox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moleskins,
Television,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Y Pants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ituana,
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
D'Angelo,
Underground Resistance,
Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Slick Rick,
Essential Logic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Patti Smith,
David Axelrod,
the Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.