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 Argentina and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
Gong,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Womack,
Wings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Visage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
Faraquet,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young,
Byron Stingily,
The American Breed,
The Misunderstood,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Lynne,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minor Threat,
the Bar-Kays,
Brand Nubian,
Piero Umiliani,
Minny Pops,
Reuben Wilson,
Porter Ricks,
Soul II Soul,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mission of Burma,
The Cure,
Joe Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Desert Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Birthday Party,
Severed Heads,
Boredoms,
Johnny Clarke,
Maleditus Sound,
Q65,
Scott Walker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sound,
Bluetip,
Trumans Water,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.