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 Canada and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Monolake to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Star Department,
Lindisfarne,
The Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
The Red Krayola,
Graham Central Station,
cv313,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Happenings,
The Fuzztones,
Flipper,
Nik Kershaw,
Q and Not U,
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry,
Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radio Birdman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Music Machine,
Can,
Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Connie Case,
Sun City Girls,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Finger,
The Cowsills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Traffic Nightmare,
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms,
Intrusion,
Stiv Bators,
Buzzcocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Bizarre Inc.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nas,
Hoover,
ABBA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rosa Yemen,
Minutemen,
The Gun Club,
Outsiders,
Reuben Wilson,
Joyce Sims,
48th St. Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
a-ha,
Magma,
Nick Fraelich,
Kurtis Blow,
Freddie Wadling,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.