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 Czech Republic and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
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 Michael McDonald 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 AZ to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Mo-Dettes,
The Kinks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Grauzone,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Dark Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Vainqueur,
Nils Olav,
Nas,
Bluetip,
The Doors,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pagans,
The Gap Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Bourne,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Victims,
Guru Guru,
Kenny Larkin,
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Womack,
New Order,
Mary Jane Girls,
B.T. Express,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gabor Szabo,
Swell Maps,
Monolake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crime,
Blossom Toes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
The Walker Brothers,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.