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 Burkina and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Germs to the rock 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Pole,
The Fugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Althea and Donna,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
Anakelly,
The New Christs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
The Searchers,
Swell Maps,
Barrington Levy,
James White and The Blacks,
Steve Hackett,
Outsiders,
Skarface,
Camouflage,
Pierre Henry,
D'Angelo,
Thompson Twins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Basic Channel,
Model 500,
The Flesh Eaters,
World's Most,
Country Teasers,
Agitation Free,
Make Up,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantytec,
Lightning Bolt,
Yaz,
Subhumans,
Livin' Joy,
the Bar-Kays,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wings,
Yazoo,
Soul II Soul,
MDC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rod Modell,
H. Thieme,
Organ,
Delta 5,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.