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 Georgia and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 8 Eyed Spy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Tremeloes,
Underground Resistance,
Desert Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Wyatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lyres,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bush Tetras,
The Saints,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minny Pops,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
Circle Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Susan Cadogan,
CMW,
The Leaves,
Scrapy,
Anakelly,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smoke,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T. Rex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Terry,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Fraelich,
Joy Division,
The Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Marc Almond,
Fear,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
Gabor Szabo,
Porter Ricks,
Crooked Eye,
H. Thieme,
Hardrive,
Hashim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maurizio,
The Pretty Things,
Pharoah Sanders,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
The Real Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Cameo,
Section 25,
Sun City Girls,
Lower 48,
Sight & Sound,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.