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 Iran and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Patti Smith to the disco 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
Clear Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Buzzcocks,
the Slits,
The Slackers,
The Saints,
Procol Harum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marmalade,
Blossom Toes,
Little Man,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
The Toasters,
Archie Shepp,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dark Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cymande,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funkadelic,
Chrome,
The Skatalites,
Banda Bassotti,
Livin' Joy,
The Techniques,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Lynne,
Mission of Burma,
Warsaw,
Sixth Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cowsills,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moody Blues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Easy Going,
Ultravox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erykah Badu,
Roxette,
Flash Fearless,
ABBA,
Metal Thangz,
the Association,
Man Parrish,
Fugazi,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.