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 Congo and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Amazonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes 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?
The Flesh Eaters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lakeside,
Banda Bassotti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skriet,
The Skatalites,
Davy DMX,
Harry Pussy,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Associates,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nils Olav,
Lucky Dragons,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
Simply Red,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
Stiv Bators,
Motorama,
Ronnie Foster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
a-ha,
The American Breed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Mills,
Neu!,
Kurtis Blow,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Leaves,
John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Barry Ungar,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glenn Branca,
The Buckinghams,
The Divine Comedy,
Icehouse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sandy B,
Maleditus Sound,
Ossler,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Funky Four + One,
The Cramps,
Fad Gadget,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül,
Dual Sessions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arcadia,
The Durutti Column,
Minny Pops,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.