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 United Kingdom and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David Bowie to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
Organ,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
Gang of Four,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
In Retrospect,
Dawn Penn,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun City Girls,
Alphaville,
Flipper,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Jandek,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mummies,
Yusef Lateef,
Surgeon,
The Gladiators,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Searchers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dennis Brown,
Angry Samoans,
Black Flag,
Rites of Spring,
Half Japanese,
X-Ray Spex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gong,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Babytalk,
Erykah Badu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Teasers,
Average White Band,
The Busters,
Mandrill,
Faust,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
Little Man,
The Blues Magoos,
Desert Stars,
MC5,
John Foxx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Finger,
Camouflage,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.