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 Bangladesh and from Toronto.
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 Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Newcleus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Archie Shepp,
David Bowie,
The Gories,
Danielle Patucci,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drexciya,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
Crime,
Wings,
The Young Rascals,
Amazonics,
Skarface,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Pus,
Josef K,
Roxy Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minny Pops,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fat Boys,
Mission of Burma,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spandau Ballet,
Leonard Cohen,
Excepter,
Fluxion,
Arthur Verocai,
The Saints,
Guru Guru,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quadrant,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultra Naté,
The Trojans,
Tim Buckley,
Mantronix,
Y Pants,
LL Cool J,
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Count Five,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.