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 China and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Palmer 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 Essential Logic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Kas Product,
Adolescents,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moody Blues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Easy Going,
the Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Scratch Acid,
Suicide,
Reagan Youth,
ABC,
Franke,
X-102,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barrington Levy,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Quantec,
China Crisis,
Scrapy,
Japan,
The Neon Judgement,
Joensuu 1685,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drexciya,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Wells,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Intrusion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ice-T,
The Flesh Eaters,
One Last Wish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Zeros,
Desert Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
The Angels of Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Brick,
cv313,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
F. McDonald,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
The Last Poets,
John Lydon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.