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 Haiti and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Patti Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smoke,
Pierre Henry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sound,
Lalann,
Ten City,
Y Pants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick May,
David Bowie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crash Course in Science,
Fear,
Symarip,
Japan,
Mo-Dettes,
Chrome,
The Grass Roots,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Sneak,
Half Japanese,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heaven 17,
Agitation Free,
Ultra Naté,
Eddi Front,
Kayak,
Pole,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Inner City,
the Germs,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
F. McDonald,
Mr. Review,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Los Fastidios,
Absolute Body Control,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
Soft Machine,
Lou Christie,
The United States of America,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang of Four,
Fatback Band,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.