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 Laos 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sarah Menescal to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Dead Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Godley & Creme,
The Pop Group,
Average White Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moleskins,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hot Snakes,
Sister Nancy,
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
Max Romeo,
Black Pus,
The Associates,
Bluetip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Loose Ends,
June Days,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Audionom,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nas,
Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cybotron,
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
Chrome,
Sight & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Robert Hood,
FM Einheit,
Sound Behaviour,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra,
Nirvana,
Wire,
Eric Copeland,
The Buckinghams,
Rekid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Metal Thangz,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Near,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Five Americans,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.