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 Singapore and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blues Magoos 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
the Association,
Arthur Verocai,
Tubeway Army,
Thompson Twins,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Flag,
Absolute Body Control,
Magazine,
Essential Logic,
Flash Fearless,
Dennis Brown,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Searchers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Prince Buster,
Pantytec,
The Raincoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Eddi Front,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Saccharine Trust,
K-Klass,
Pagans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
E-Dancer,
U.S. Maple,
Technova,
Khruangbin,
Radiohead,
The Litter,
Alphaville,
Easy Going,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pierre Henry,
Ultravox,
Scan 7,
Crooked Eye,
Rotary Connection,
Crime,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boredoms,
Joe Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
The Five Americans,
B.T. Express,
Henry Cow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
EPMD,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.