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 Iceland and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Sun Ra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
AZ,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül II,
Faraquet,
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Carl Craig,
Warren Ellis,
Liliput,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Pus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
F. McDonald,
Flash Fearless,
The New Christs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-102,
Au Pairs,
Outsiders,
the Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sound Behaviour,
World's Most,
Colin Newman,
Yusef Lateef,
Joy Division,
The Leaves,
Interpol,
Rod Modell,
Marc Almond,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Crime,
Graham Central Station,
The Vogues,
The Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
Laurel Aitken,
John Foxx,
The Misunderstood,
Wasted Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy Collins,
Easy Going,
Sällskapet,
L. Decosne,
H. Thieme,
Buzzcocks,
Erykah Badu,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.