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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Black Pus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Intrusion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
The Remains,
The Fugs,
Organ,
T.S.O.L.,
ABBA,
The Velvet Underground,
Skarface,
Goldenarms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pop Group,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maleditus Sound,
Cameo,
La Düsseldorf,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nils Olav,
Wasted Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Machine,
The Associates,
Sandy B,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
The Pretty Things,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry's Kids,
The Busters,
Ludus,
The Kinks,
MDC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Motions,
The Litter,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Pantytec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faraquet,
U.S. Maple,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.