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 Bahamas and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 The Flesh Eaters to the crunk 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
X-102,
Agitation Free,
Inner City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mission of Burma,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mantronix,
The Mojo Men,
the Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gichy Dan,
Godley & Creme,
The Gap Band,
Talk Talk,
Alphaville,
The Vogues,
The Pretty Things,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monolake,
Ice-T,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare,
Schoolly D,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Last Poets,
Gong,
B.T. Express,
Unwound,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick,
Second Layer,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deadbeat,
Radiohead,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
The Buckinghams,
Aural Exciters,
Excepter,
Magazine,
Patti Smith,
Infiniti,
Television,
Mo-Dettes,
Judy Mowatt,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Velvet Underground,
Arcadia,
Joyce Sims,
The Durutti Column,
Tom Boy,
Chrome,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.