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 Namibia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lebanon Hanover to the electroclash 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Mark Hollis,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Cure,
Arthur Verocai,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Darondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fortunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Green,
The Monks,
Depeche Mode,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flash Fearless,
One Last Wish,
Moebius,
Zapp,
Joy Division,
Blancmange,
The Tremeloes,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Halsall,
Cal Tjader,
Mars,
Circle Jerks,
The Selecter,
Todd Terry,
Joensuu 1685,
Sam Rivers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Teasers,
Rotary Connection,
Q and Not U,
T. Rex,
Reuben Wilson,
Echospace,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Infiniti,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Joey Negro,
Danielle Patucci,
Zero Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Marine Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronan,
Quando Quango,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.