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 Laos and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Fugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gladiators,
Suburban Knight,
DNA,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lungfish,
Massinfluence,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
David Axelrod,
Youth Brigade,
China Crisis,
Section 25,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül,
Mantronix,
Kerri Chandler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
Mad Mike,
Faraquet,
Jeff Lynne,
Angry Samoans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Howard Jones,
Hardrive,
The Litter,
The Blackbyrds,
John Holt,
This Heat,
X-Ray Spex,
10cc,
E-Dancer,
Alice Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Scratch Acid,
The Mummies,
Bobby Womack,
Cameo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swell Maps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Carl Craig,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Vladislav Delay,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.