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 Grenada and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Archie Shepp,
Neu!,
Parry Music,
Scientists,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pretty Things,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wire,
Ronan,
The Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Television Personalities,
The Searchers,
New York Dolls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aswad,
ABC,
The Walker Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Eurythmics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cybotron,
The Grass Roots,
the Sonics,
The Kinks,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swell Maps,
The Pop Group,
Agitation Free,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
Glenn Branca,
Flash Fearless,
Pussy Galore,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erykah Badu,
John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-102,
Skriet,
Marmalade,
The Count Five,
Faust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Wyatt,
China Crisis,
EPMD,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Moon,
The Mojo Men,
The Selecter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.