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 Brazil and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
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 clarinet 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 Eden Ahbez to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Harry Pussy,
The United States of America,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Deadbeat,
These Immortal Souls,
Silicon Teens,
Pole,
X-102,
The Fortunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
Cybotron,
John Foxx,
The J.B.'s,
Reagan Youth,
The Smiths,
Model 500,
Sonic Youth,
The Happenings,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
Babytalk,
David McCallum,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Loose Ends,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
Sun Ra,
Minny Pops,
The Evens,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Accadde A,
B.T. Express,
Blake Baxter,
Pylon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rotary Connection,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warren Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Clear Light,
Black Flag,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lucky Dragons,
Alice Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
The Pretty Things,
Zero Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.