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 Korea South and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Infiniti,
Eve St. Jones,
Pagans,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
UT,
Underground Resistance,
Pole,
Jacob Miller,
Hasil Adkins,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Piero Umiliani,
Minutemen,
Buzzcocks,
Hoover,
CMW,
Von Mondo,
The Index,
K-Klass,
Nirvana,
Ken Boothe,
Chrome,
X-Ray Spex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zero Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Remains,
Negative Approach,
John Lydon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oneida,
Sonny Sharrock,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick May,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Trumans Water,
Moebius,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Juan Atkins,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül,
Sandy B,
Organ,
Cymande,
Wire,
Silicon Teens,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.