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 Italy and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 A Certain Ratio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
The Dirtbombs,
Idris Muhammad,
Pole,
Bush Tetras,
Oblivians,
ABC,
Procol Harum,
Eden Ahbez,
Stereo Dub,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül II,
Youth Brigade,
Wasted Youth,
L. Decosne,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Faust,
The Durutti Column,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Sherman,
Anakelly,
Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mojo Men,
Sällskapet,
Smog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Audionom,
The Real Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronan,
Severed Heads,
Parry Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
D'Angelo,
The Monochrome Set,
Mantronix,
June of 44,
Niagra,
Skarface,
Royal Trux,
Barclay James Harvest,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Görl,
China Crisis,
Y Pants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Knickerbockers,
Eddi Front,
Pagans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.