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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 The Black Dice to the funk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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?
Sonny Sharrock,
Juan Atkins,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
The Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
World's Most,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool Moe Dee,
UT,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxette,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visage,
Sparks,
Make Up,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suburban Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Heaven 17,
Radiopuhelimet,
Depeche Mode,
The Beau Brummels,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mr. Review,
Zapp,
B.T. Express,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick Morgan,
Funky Four + One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Duran Duran,
Soft Cell,
Lalann,
F. McDonald,
Dead Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Bang On A Can,
Panda Bear,
Pylon,
Pussy Galore,
Joensuu 1685,
The Five Americans,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Christie,
The Count Five,
Albert Ayler,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep,
Sound Behaviour,
LL Cool J,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.