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 Libya and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Star Department to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Traffic Nightmare,
CMW,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flamin' Groovies,
Albert Ayler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps,
Pulsallama,
The J.B.'s,
James White and The Blacks,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scrapy,
Franke,
Brass Construction,
The Vogues,
Black Flag,
The Fugs,
Shoche,
Guru Guru,
Brick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Interpol,
The Dead C,
Fatback Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape,
Soul II Soul,
Pantaleimon,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slave,
The Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
Eve St. Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Neon Judgement,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians,
Kerri Chandler,
Minny Pops,
Curtis Mayfield,
Severed Heads,
Second Layer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Archie Shepp,
Darondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.