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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tres Demented to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fugs,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Trumans Water,
Pantaleimon,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bluetip,
Sonic Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Parry Music,
Erykah Badu,
Monolake,
The Remains,
Aural Exciters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spoonie Gee,
Alison Limerick,
Vainqueur,
Yazoo,
Derrick Morgan,
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hasil Adkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick May,
The Moleskins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Pus,
Thompson Twins,
F. McDonald,
The Grass Roots,
Eli Mardock,
Josef K,
U.S. Maple,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül II,
Main Source,
Scientists,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Wake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warsaw,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fuzztones,
Nirvana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Goldenarms,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.