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 Jamaica and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Funkadelic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantytec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Organ,
The United States of America,
The Toasters,
Mantronix,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Finger,
Fear,
Derrick Morgan,
Unrelated Segments,
Circle Jerks,
Warsaw,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Talk Talk,
the Germs,
Icehouse,
Aural Exciters,
Gang of Four,
Roxy Music,
Magma,
X-102,
Rotary Connection,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Zero Boys,
Carl Craig,
The Smoke,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stereo Dub,
Henry Cow,
Erykah Badu,
Rekid,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers,
Junior Murvin,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fad Gadget,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grauzone,
the Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Judy Mowatt,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.