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 Cyprus and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oneida to the crunk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Buckinghams,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hasil Adkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
Joe Finger,
Ossler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Martian,
Motorama,
Fugazi,
Darondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Human League,
Organ,
The Gories,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick May,
Anthony Braxton,
Lucky Dragons,
World's Most,
Sun Ra,
Television Personalities,
Echospace,
Das Ding,
Agitation Free,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lungfish,
Donny Hathaway,
D'Angelo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mantronix,
Idris Muhammad,
Agent Orange,
New Order,
Accadde A,
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sight & Sound,
Interpol,
Roxy Music,
Erykah Badu,
T. Rex,
H. Thieme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gong,
Youth Brigade,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.