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 Bulgaria and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Heaven 17 to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Invisible,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Kurtis Blow,
Eve St. Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Urselle,
Sister Nancy,
Faraquet,
Flipper,
Section 25,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
48th St. Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
DJ Sneak,
Graham Central Station,
Tears for Fears,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
Freddie Wadling,
Glambeats Corp.,
Adolescents,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Cale,
Rapeman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Mills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Green,
The Star Department,
Cameo,
Excepter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blake Baxter,
ABBA,
Technova,
Nils Olav,
Cluster,
Cecil Taylor,
Slick Rick,
Glenn Branca,
Japan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Wells,
Henry Cow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed,
Ornette Coleman,
Bluetip,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.