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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 OOIOO to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spandau Ballet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Evens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Christie,
Mantronix,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Carl Craig,
The Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Sister Nancy,
Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agent Orange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
The Saints,
Albert Ayler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hardrive,
DJ Style,
Nirvana,
Schoolly D,
Parry Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Grauzone,
CMW,
John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Ice-T,
Cluster,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Last Poets,
Fat Boys,
Loose Ends,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jawbox,
Crooked Eye,
Alphaville,
OOIOO,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
Brass Construction,
John Holt,
The Zeros,
The Dead C,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
The Trojans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
H. Thieme,
Nik Kershaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeru the Damaja,
L. Decosne,
The Fugs,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.