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 Germany and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Chris & Cosey to the electroclash 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Durutti Column,
Royal Trux,
Nas,
Television,
Eve St. Jones,
Echospace,
Scrapy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Banda Bassotti,
Pagans,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
Sam Rivers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bad Manners,
Supertramp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stiv Bators,
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Q65,
Underground Resistance,
the Association,
Sex Pistols,
Ten City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gastr Del Sol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Selecter,
Interpol,
Can,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Misunderstood,
Gang of Four,
The Doors,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joey Negro,
Pantaleimon,
Lungfish,
The Knickerbockers,
L. Decosne,
Colin Newman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Osbourne,
Urselle,
Ultra Naté,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.