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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron 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 grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
Oneida,
DJ Sneak,
The Associates,
Man Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Echospace,
Shoche,
a-ha,
Lyres,
Robert Hood,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Buzzcocks,
Cameo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Germs,
The Monks,
Television,
Ronnie Foster,
Whodini,
cv313,
Gong,
New York Dolls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Womack,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bauhaus,
Sister Nancy,
Ludus,
The Techniques,
Sugar Minott,
The Durutti Column,
Scan 7,
The Stooges,
The Fuzztones,
These Immortal Souls,
Y Pants,
Essential Logic,
Alison Limerick,
Procol Harum,
Qualms,
Japan,
China Crisis,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Detroit Cobras,
The United States of America,
Fugazi,
Bob Dylan,
Chris & Cosey,
Au Pairs,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.