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 Senegal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 New Christs to the rock 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris Corsano,
Fat Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Popol Vuh,
Organ,
The Trojans,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare,
Jerry's Kids,
Barry Ungar,
X-101,
The Moody Blues,
The Evens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gabor Szabo,
Dead Boys,
The Gap Band,
Minutemen,
the Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Zeros,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blancmange,
Kas Product,
Judy Mowatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stetsasonic,
The American Breed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fugs,
The Cure,
Main Source,
Minor Threat,
Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
UT,
Stiv Bators,
Drexciya,
Roxy Music,
The Move,
The Blues Magoos,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Standells,
Bauhaus,
John Lydon,
The Cramps,
Siglo XX,
Accadde A,
Suburban Knight,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.