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 Vanuatu and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani 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?
Newcleus,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
Basic Channel,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
AZ,
Tommy Roe,
the Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Japan,
The Divine Comedy,
Minutemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aswad,
Scratch Acid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Intrusion,
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ornette Coleman,
Pulsallama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unwound,
Charles Mingus,
the Germs,
Minnie Riperton,
Faraquet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Young Rascals,
Darondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MDC,
Rhythm & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ohio Players,
Theoretical Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Nas,
Interpol,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
Carl Craig,
John Lydon,
Gong,
The Last Poets,
Danielle Patucci,
The Angels of Light,
Dawn Penn,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.