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 South Africa and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Surgeon to the dance 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Gichy Dan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Zeros,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare,
Camouflage,
The Red Krayola,
The Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flipper,
The Toasters,
MC5,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Mission of Burma,
Chris & Cosey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Smog,
Boredoms,
Pierre Henry,
Oblivians,
Essential Logic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
Pussy Galore,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
Heaven 17,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
Khruangbin,
Harmonia,
Kas Product,
Alison Limerick,
Oneida,
The Smiths,
Visage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quando Quango,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed,
ABC,
The Kinks,
The Fall,
Scrapy,
Model 500,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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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.