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 Madagascar and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Blues Magoos to the rap 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Chris & Cosey,
the Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blues Magoos,
Y Pants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boredoms,
Soul II Soul,
Sarah Menescal,
Soulsonic Force,
Average White Band,
Accadde A,
H. Thieme,
Wally Richardson,
Erasure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radio Birdman,
The Kinks,
Joy Division,
Nas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donald Byrd,
Scrapy,
Robert Wyatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Rakim,
Hardrive,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
In Retrospect,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Residents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Görl,
The Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ornette Coleman,
Pulsallama,
Ken Boothe,
Yazoo,
World's Most,
Derrick May,
The Electric Prunes,
JFA,
The Pretty Things,
David Bowie,
Bobby Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Michelle Simonal,
Sight & Sound,
The Sound,
Brick,
Brass Construction,
Lightning Bolt,
The Trojans,
The Last Poets,
B.T. Express,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.