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 Azerbaijan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soulsonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dead C,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Buckinghams,
Negative Approach,
John Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Patti Smith,
Nirvana,
The Dirtbombs,
The Happenings,
Bill Wells,
Letta Mbulu,
Girls At Our Best!,
CMW,
Y Pants,
Minny Pops,
Quantec,
Eve St. Jones,
Goldenarms,
Max Romeo,
Pole,
Von Mondo,
Lou Christie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Severed Heads,
Half Japanese,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Mills,
Cal Tjader,
Minor Threat,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül,
Eli Mardock,
The Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kas Product,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young,
The Skatalites,
Faust,
Derrick Morgan,
Altered Images,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cowsills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Real Kids,
Motorama,
B.T. Express,
June Days,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Five Americans,
Ultravox,
The Standells,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.