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 Iraq and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sugar Minott to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Style,
Chris Corsano,
Icehouse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Desert Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacob Miller,
The Remains,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Litter,
Thompson Twins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Hashim,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
Morten Harket,
Jawbox,
Howard Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Y Pants,
Alice Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
Faust,
Danielle Patucci,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sound Behaviour,
Rosa Yemen,
Drexciya,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
The Beau Brummels,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana,
Bobby Womack,
Ultravox,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Görl,
Lucky Dragons,
Kenny Larkin,
Q and Not U,
Liliput,
Average White Band,
Funkadelic,
Pere Ubu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sparks,
Magma,
Main Source,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Hood,
Gabor Szabo,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.