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 Congo 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Patti Smith to the rock 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drexciya,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gladiators,
Yazoo,
Godley & Creme,
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
Marshall Jefferson,
The New Christs,
Barry Ungar,
Smog,
Rufus Thomas,
Dual Sessions,
Rekid,
Vladislav Delay,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Half Japanese,
Black Pus,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Knickerbockers,
Letta Mbulu,
R.M.O.,
Kayak,
Bush Tetras,
Minutemen,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wasted Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Birthday Party,
Arab on Radar,
Scan 7,
The Misunderstood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacques Brel,
the Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Audionom,
Trumans Water,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Absolute Body Control,
Bad Manners,
The Gories,
Lou Christie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Cecil Taylor,
Sarah Menescal,
Siglo XX,
Agent Orange,
Robert Hood,
Dead Boys,
The Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.