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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vogues to the grime 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Evens,
Minny Pops,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Lydon,
ABBA,
Prince Buster,
Delta 5,
Scratch Acid,
Max Romeo,
Nas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy Collins,
Grauzone,
Royal Trux,
Half Japanese,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television Personalities,
Graham Central Station,
June of 44,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mark Hollis,
Wire,
Chris Corsano,
Patti Smith,
The Invisible,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Order,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
Don Cherry,
Alison Limerick,
Angry Samoans,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young,
Crash Course in Science,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
a-ha,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fall,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
The Selecter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Searchers,
MC5,
Unwound,
Altered Images,
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Dolphy,
Guru Guru,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.