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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
Dennis Brown,
Dual Sessions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
T. Rex,
The Martian,
Section 25,
Amon Düül II,
Fear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Holt,
Malaria!,
Blancmange,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quadrant,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The American Breed,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blues Magoos,
The Velvet Underground,
Tears for Fears,
Piero Umiliani,
Soulsonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun City Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dave Gahan,
Jawbox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo,
Metal Thangz,
Gong,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wire,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Green,
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed,
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
Rosa Yemen,
X-102,
Excepter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mr. Review,
Funky Four + One,
James White and The Blacks,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.