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 Egypt and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Tres Demented to the jazz 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Ronan,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tres Demented,
the Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Los Fastidios,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits,
Icehouse,
Minor Threat,
Glenn Branca,
Lightning Bolt,
Porter Ricks,
Can,
The Human League,
Mad Mike,
Nico,
Bobby Sherman,
the Human League,
Man Parrish,
The Trojans,
Sonic Youth,
Yazoo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rapeman,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
PIL,
Magma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Godley & Creme,
Tommy Roe,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s,
a-ha,
Black Pus,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Liliput,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oneida,
Rotary Connection,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soulsonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
Spandau Ballet,
Joy Division,
Flipper,
The Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fugs,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.