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 Bolivia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Minnie Riperton,
The Skatalites,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Normal,
Albert Ayler,
Shoche,
The Cure,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young,
Roxy Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
H. Thieme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Smog,
The Victims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blancmange,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Graham Central Station,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalann,
Suicide,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Tubeway Army,
Scan 7,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marine Girls,
KRS-One,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brass Construction,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lakeside,
Idris Muhammad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Pus,
Guru Guru,
Slave,
Kaleidoscope,
Little Man,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funkadelic,
Ultravox,
John Holt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monks,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.