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 Russia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Ralphi Rosario to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Robert Görl,
Blake Baxter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
The Velvet Underground,
Flash Fearless,
Television,
The Names,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Newcleus,
Deadbeat,
MDC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun City Girls,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II,
Charles Mingus,
David Axelrod,
Wire,
Pierre Henry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
China Crisis,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
PIL,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Association,
Fugazi,
Susan Cadogan,
Ken Boothe,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Evens,
The Knickerbockers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moss Icon,
The Gap Band,
Crooked Eye,
Quantec,
Khruangbin,
Yaz,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
The Monochrome Set,
Agent Orange,
Accadde A,
Malaria!,
Yazoo,
Grauzone,
Talk Talk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Animal Collective,
Mr. Review,
Underground Resistance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ornette Coleman,
the Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Arcadia,
Blancmange,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.