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 Congo and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Knickerbockers to the funk 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Leaves,
CMW,
Das Ding,
John Coltrane,
Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Wings,
The Gun Club,
The Tremeloes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Skatalites,
Derrick May,
Eve St. Jones,
June Days,
Severed Heads,
Grauzone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacob Miller,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pagans,
Aswad,
Camberwell Now,
Kaleidoscope,
Fatback Band,
Jandek,
Robert Wyatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pop Group,
Altered Images,
10cc,
Bob Dylan,
Ornette Coleman,
Can,
Donny Hathaway,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zapp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Association,
Al Stewart,
Mission of Burma,
Quadrant,
Animal Collective,
Mandrill,
Flipper,
Royal Trux,
Von Mondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Knickerbockers,
AZ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
This Heat,
Robert Görl,
The Red Krayola,
Hoover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Terry,
X-101,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.