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 Nigeria and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Residents to the punk 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cybotron,
Radiohead,
the Swans,
the Slits,
Don Cherry,
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Mills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crooked Eye,
Carl Craig,
Bauhaus,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barry Ungar,
The New Christs,
Saccharine Trust,
Joey Negro,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Coltrane,
Chrome,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja,
Average White Band,
Bronski Beat,
Warren Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Lalann,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skarface,
Stereo Dub,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Technova,
Public Enemy,
Accadde A,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Interpol,
Deepchord,
Jandek,
Bootsy Collins,
Godley & Creme,
Camberwell Now,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
Dark Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monolake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radio Birdman,
The Martian,
L. Decosne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.