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 Congo and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Pulsallama to the funk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Stooges,
The Last Poets,
Warren Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
The New Christs,
Amazonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Severed Heads,
Motorama,
Brand Nubian,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ten City,
The Cramps,
Ronan,
Q and Not U,
Reuben Wilson,
Sister Nancy,
Alice Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Rundgren,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun City Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris & Cosey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
Pylon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Althea and Donna,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Yusef Lateef,
DNA,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
H. Thieme,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Offenders,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Lynne,
the Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Camberwell Now,
Nik Kershaw,
Sex Pistols,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.