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 Yemen and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Section 25 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Junior Murvin,
The Birthday Party,
Lindisfarne,
Ultravox,
Masters at Work,
The Motions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Main Source,
Funky Four + One,
U.S. Maple,
the Soft Cell,
Moebius,
The Saints,
Zapp,
John Holt,
FM Einheit,
Fad Gadget,
World's Most,
ABC,
Clear Light,
Morten Harket,
K-Klass,
Circle Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Smog,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare,
Mandrill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacob Miller,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Charles Mingus,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Rundgren,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Slits,
Crooked Eye,
The Cramps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bad Manners,
Theoretical Girls,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Womack,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wings,
Nik Kershaw,
Jawbox,
10cc,
Pylon,
Roxy Music,
In Retrospect,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.