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 Seychelles and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Cluster to the grime 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liliput,
Maurizio,
Joe Smooth,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Rundgren,
Simply Red,
Suicide,
Second Layer,
Wire,
Cybotron,
Joensuu 1685,
Adolescents,
Goldenarms,
New York Dolls,
Accadde A,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fuzztones,
Outsiders,
Deepchord,
Camberwell Now,
X-101,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
Animal Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mark Hollis,
The Martian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alton Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hashim,
World's Most,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Excepter,
The Leaves,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Babytalk,
Vainqueur,
Cluster,
Jandek,
The Golliwogs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lower 48,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gichy Dan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.