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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 China Crisis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
The Saints,
Yellowson,
Rapeman,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Selecter,
Eddi Front,
Eric Copeland,
Spoonie Gee,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Rundgren,
Roger Hodgson,
Severed Heads,
DNA,
Althea and Donna,
Supertramp,
48th St. Collective,
The Cure,
World's Most,
Donny Hathaway,
The Durutti Column,
Underground Resistance,
Kaleidoscope,
Ken Boothe,
The Blackbyrds,
The Searchers,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
The Invisible,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Busters,
Anthony Braxton,
Altered Images,
Gong,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scientists,
Marc Almond,
Urselle,
Carl Craig,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glenn Branca,
Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Eli Mardock,
Goldenarms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang On A Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Model 500,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erasure,
The Move,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.