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 Senegal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New York Dolls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra,
Urselle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fugazi,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
X-Ray Spex,
Y Pants,
R.M.O.,
Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ten City,
Saccharine Trust,
China Crisis,
Terry Callier,
Flipper,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
Camouflage,
Loose Ends,
Chris Corsano,
Marmalade,
The Gap Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faust,
Oneida,
Susan Cadogan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suicide,
Dawn Penn,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sparks,
Neil Young,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lindisfarne,
The Move,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smiths,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
Joy Division,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
Quantec,
Ken Boothe,
Monolake,
Cymande,
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Bronski Beat,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.