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 Tunisia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Music Machine to the rap 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Organ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
PIL,
UT,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy Collins,
Byron Stingily,
the Germs,
Archie Shepp,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pop Group,
the Human League,
The Doors,
Cheater Slicks,
Nirvana,
Supertramp,
Visage,
Sex Pistols,
The Red Krayola,
Joensuu 1685,
Intrusion,
Suicide,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monolake,
Rod Modell,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gap Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fela Kuti,
John Lydon,
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
Sam Rivers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
The Invisible,
MC5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
R.M.O.,
John Holt,
Avey Tare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moody Blues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funky Four + One,
Kaleidoscope,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hasil Adkins,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.