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 Romania and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Inner City to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Mad Mike,
Glenn Branca,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terry Callier,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Slits,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
Hoover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flipper,
the Soft Cell,
New Order,
Second Layer,
Shoche,
The Wake,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reagan Youth,
Connie Case,
The Young Rascals,
Boz Scaggs,
The Tremeloes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cramps,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Los Fastidios,
Drexciya,
The Moleskins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Inner City,
Nas,
Zapp,
The Dead C,
The Monochrome Set,
The Barracudas,
Rufus Thomas,
K-Klass,
Funkadelic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Trumans Water,
Jandek,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantaleimon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül II,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.