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 Guatemala and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax 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 mellotron 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 Lungfish to the grunge 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Human League,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
Public Enemy,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Ice-T,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brand Nubian,
Clear Light,
Lungfish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Carl Craig,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mad Mike,
Gabor Szabo,
Adolescents,
Bootsy Collins,
Blake Baxter,
the Normal,
The Cramps,
Kenny Larkin,
MDC,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
A Certain Ratio,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Axelrod,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sister Nancy,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Görl,
The Divine Comedy,
Bob Dylan,
Severed Heads,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anakelly,
KRS-One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shoche,
The Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MC5,
David McCallum,
Byron Stingily,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moebius,
JFA,
Junior Murvin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flipper,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.