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 Cape Verde and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Todd Rundgren to the jazz 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Adolescents,
Nik Kershaw,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare,
Dennis Brown,
Heaven 17,
Angry Samoans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Arcadia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kaleidoscope,
The Residents,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pere Ubu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hashim,
D'Angelo,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sound Behaviour,
Maurizio,
Minor Threat,
Essential Logic,
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
One Last Wish,
Gang Green,
Average White Band,
Easy Going,
Ohio Players,
Pulsallama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiohead,
Parry Music,
Dual Sessions,
Mantronix,
David Axelrod,
Lungfish,
Henry Cow,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Kinks,
Brand Nubian,
ABC,
Das Ding,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eddi Front,
Circle Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.