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 Paraguay and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Audionom to the grime 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Inner City,
Junior Murvin,
Ronnie Foster,
Stetsasonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Golliwogs,
The Litter,
Altered Images,
Yaz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Japan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Motions,
The Fortunes,
Bronski Beat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anthony Braxton,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed,
Jandek,
Bauhaus,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echospace,
Bluetip,
Harry Pussy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shoche,
Amon Düül,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Foxx,
Malaria!,
Patti Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pere Ubu,
The Fall,
Ornette Coleman,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy,
Nick Fraelich,
D'Angelo,
Eric Dolphy,
Carl Craig,
Iggy Pop,
Funkadelic,
The Techniques,
Boz Scaggs,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Tres Demented,
John Holt,
Con Funk Shun,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
Fatback Band,
Lower 48,
The Slackers,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.