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 United Kingdom and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Prunes to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
L. Decosne,
Henry Cow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Flag,
Peter & Gordon,
Susan Cadogan,
Terry Callier,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Junior Murvin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy,
Yaz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
PIL,
Negative Approach,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
Skaos,
Wings,
Chrome,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Sheep,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Victims,
Harmonia,
Urselle,
Mars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wasted Youth,
The Raincoats,
New Age Steppers,
Porter Ricks,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
One Last Wish,
John Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
Minutemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacques Brel,
Rod Modell,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Terry,
Patti Smith,
Agent Orange,
The Smoke,
Bauhaus,
Brass Construction,
The Standells,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.