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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lower 48 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stiv Bators,
Ossler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Style,
Jandek,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Saints,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick Morgan,
Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eden Ahbez,
LL Cool J,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young,
Robert Hood,
Ponytail,
Babytalk,
Yazoo,
H. Thieme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
Funky Four + One,
Goldenarms,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fad Gadget,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donald Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
Rotary Connection,
the Human League,
John Lydon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sällskapet,
Magma,
Flash Fearless,
World's Most,
Bobby Sherman,
Q65,
Janne Schatter,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
Prince Buster,
Don Cherry,
Swell Maps,
PIL,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fear,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.