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 Germany and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Quantec to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Hot Snakes,
Bizarre Inc.,
LL Cool J,
In Retrospect,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wasted Youth,
the Germs,
Black Bananas,
The Young Rascals,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
Moby Grape,
Urselle,
Roxette,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
The Move,
Scan 7,
Mo-Dettes,
The Raincoats,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
Sight & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Alton Ellis,
Fluxion,
Harry Pussy,
Niagra,
The Invisible,
Chrome,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-Ray Spex,
Tubeway Army,
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Real Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Morten Harket,
Graham Central Station,
Mission of Burma,
Tommy Roe,
Donald Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
Q65,
Oblivians,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry's Kids,
Inner City,
Stetsasonic,
Ponytail,
New Age Steppers,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.