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 Mongolia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Residents to the rock 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Ken Boothe,
The Barracudas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Half Japanese,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
D'Angelo,
The Smoke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
MDC,
The Names,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül II,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Wake,
La Düsseldorf,
Lindisfarne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Enemy,
PIL,
The Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Almond,
Soul II Soul,
Jacques Brel,
Absolute Body Control,
Parry Music,
Al Stewart,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Massinfluence,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joy Division,
The Young Rascals,
Grauzone,
Suicide,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Howard Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Martian,
Can,
In Retrospect,
Brand Nubian,
Camouflage,
Moby Grape,
John Holt,
Goldenarms,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.