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 Mongolia and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rock 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Stereo Dub,
The Fugs,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Slits,
Hardrive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Albert Ayler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dead Boys,
Chris Corsano,
the Sonics,
Little Man,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Last Poets,
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
Metal Thangz,
The Happenings,
Livin' Joy,
The Gladiators,
Kayak,
Ossler,
Jacob Miller,
Visage,
Arthur Verocai,
Ornette Coleman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
the Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
John Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terry Callier,
Au Pairs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Young Rascals,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Gichy Dan,
The Smoke,
Bauhaus,
Arcadia,
Graham Central Station,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deakin,
The Blues Magoos,
Television Personalities,
Gang Green,
Buzzcocks,
Blake Baxter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.