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 Angola and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Erykah Badu to the rap 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
KRS-One,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
The New Christs,
Faraquet,
Zapp,
Hot Snakes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
the Normal,
Skarface,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mandrill,
Matthew Bourne,
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
10cc,
the Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Y Pants,
The Human League,
Royal Trux,
Eve St. Jones,
Heaven 17,
Fugazi,
Black Bananas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Machine,
Desert Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick May,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barbara Tucker,
Glenn Branca,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Vogues,
Malaria!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Grey Daturas,
Don Cherry,
The Monks,
Symarip,
Eli Mardock,
Banda Bassotti,
Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.