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 Paraguay and from London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the jazz 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liliput,
Yaz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Royal Trux,
The Walker Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultravox,
cv313,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fad Gadget,
X-102,
LL Cool J,
Ken Boothe,
Babytalk,
Smog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aaron Thompson,
New York Dolls,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
The Fall,
Livin' Joy,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kenny Larkin,
The Victims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June of 44,
Alphaville,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Motorama,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Görl,
T.S.O.L.,
The J.B.'s,
The American Breed,
Ultra Naté,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brick,
Suicide,
Erykah Badu,
Franke,
The Gap Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cowsills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Teasers,
Scientists,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Infiniti,
Dennis Brown,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.