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 Costa Rica and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Albert Ayler to the dance 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Donald Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ice-T,
Swell Maps,
Derrick May,
Mark Hollis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Newcleus,
The Zeros,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funky Four + One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül II,
New York Dolls,
The Slackers,
June of 44,
The American Breed,
Aural Exciters,
Circle Jerks,
The Skatalites,
The Fuzztones,
Parry Music,
Don Cherry,
Gang Green,
Metal Thangz,
Roger Hodgson,
Crime,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonic Youth,
Bad Manners,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liliput,
Symarip,
ABC,
The Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magma,
Blake Baxter,
The Pop Group,
Grauzone,
Malaria!,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Techniques,
Quadrant,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
Amazonics,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.