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 Thailand and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Unwound,
Neu!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Gang Starr,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantytec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
Surgeon,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
Dawn Penn,
Wire,
Joyce Sims,
Young Marble Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
kango's stein massive,
Schoolly D,
The Doors,
cv313,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Copeland,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Steve Hackett,
The Slackers,
Archie Shepp,
The Real Kids,
Mantronix,
the Bar-Kays,
Tears for Fears,
Model 500,
EPMD,
Fluxion,
Hashim,
Junior Murvin,
Drexciya,
Brick,
Monks,
The American Breed,
Wasted Youth,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Yusef Lateef,
Siglo XX,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Sherman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Green,
Peter & Gordon,
Mark Hollis,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.