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 Cuba and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the electroclash 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
48th St. Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hardrive,
The Toasters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Green,
The Misunderstood,
Dawn Penn,
Lindisfarne,
Godley & Creme,
Blake Baxter,
Howard Jones,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Index,
David Axelrod,
The Barracudas,
The Dead C,
The Fugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Alice Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Amazonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set,
The Flesh Eaters,
FM Einheit,
Ohio Players,
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
Joensuu 1685,
Magma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Golliwogs,
Jacob Miller,
Underground Resistance,
Davy DMX,
T. Rex,
Average White Band,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker,
Chrome,
Stockholm Monsters,
Max Romeo,
The Names,
Andrew Hill,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.