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 Nauru and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 H. Thieme to the rock 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
June of 44,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sex Pistols,
The Count Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Saccharine Trust,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sixth Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Darondo,
DJ Style,
The Dead C,
Wire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
L. Decosne,
Eden Ahbez,
D'Angelo,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
The Real Kids,
Section 25,
Livin' Joy,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul II Soul,
Shuggie Otis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visage,
Organ,
Bill Near,
The Busters,
Aural Exciters,
Eurythmics,
Hot Snakes,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Gang Dance,
AZ,
Roy Ayers,
E-Dancer,
Graham Central Station,
Lower 48,
Dawn Penn,
CMW,
The Raincoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Television,
Bronski Beat,
Sparks,
The Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brass Construction,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.