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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erykah Badu to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hardrive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Enemy,
Harry Pussy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Machine,
Marc Almond,
Soulsonic Force,
The United States of America,
The Gap Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Glambeats Corp.,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slits,
Gang Green,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
The Mummies,
David McCallum,
Cecil Taylor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Invisible,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultravox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra,
Magazine,
Black Pus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Barracudas,
Bush Tetras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monolake,
The Kinks,
La Düsseldorf,
Y Pants,
Easy Going,
AZ,
EPMD,
Lungfish,
Goldenarms,
Khruangbin,
Radiohead,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy,
Harmonia,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.