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 New Zealand and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moss Icon to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Amon Düül,
Don Cherry,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Grauzone,
Silicon Teens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Teasers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul II Soul,
Parry Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
The Vogues,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
David McCallum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suburban Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Mandrill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
Faraquet,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Easy Going,
Roxette,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence,
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Jacques Brel,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arab on Radar,
Infiniti,
Erasure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Symarip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Toasters,
Warsaw,
F. McDonald,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.