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 Germany and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Star Department,
Sex Pistols,
PIL,
Slave,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Rundgren,
Index,
Davy DMX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barrington Levy,
James White and The Blacks,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Görl,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Newcleus,
Royal Trux,
Kool Moe Dee,
10cc,
Pussy Galore,
Hardrive,
The Zeros,
Kas Product,
Aaron Thompson,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
Adolescents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Bauhaus,
Alice Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donald Byrd,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Dolphy,
In Retrospect,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Green,
DJ Style,
Talk Talk,
Masters at Work,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Hood,
Camouflage,
Marvin Gaye,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pere Ubu,
Aswad,
The Young Rascals,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lindisfarne,
The Angels of Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.