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 Cuba and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Velvet Underground to the rap 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mars,
Toni Rubio,
R.M.O.,
Excepter,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
Stetsasonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronnie Foster,
The Kinks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Neon Judgement,
Terry Callier,
Monolake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Black Bananas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kas Product,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Procol Harum,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Leaves,
Flash Fearless,
Pantytec,
Pagans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chrome,
Bobby Sherman,
These Immortal Souls,
The Victims,
Erykah Badu,
the Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
Jacques Brel,
The Doors,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Barrington Levy,
Roxy Music,
Anakelly,
Todd Rundgren,
Dark Day,
L. Decosne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Average White Band,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.