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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Fela Kuti to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Franke,
Tim Buckley,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lakeside,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young,
Sparks,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dirtbombs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Standells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Tubeway Army,
The Cure,
a-ha,
Rapeman,
The Victims,
Byron Stingily,
Swell Maps,
Kurtis Blow,
Patti Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Fela Kuti,
the Sonics,
Qualms,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television,
The Misunderstood,
T.S.O.L.,
Letta Mbulu,
Massinfluence,
EPMD,
Cluster,
The Moody Blues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deepchord,
New York Dolls,
The Gun Club,
Scrapy,
Magma,
Bobby Byrd,
Quando Quango,
ABC,
Metal Thangz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.