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 Benin and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fat Boys to the disco 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
X-Ray Spex,
Stetsasonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wasted Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stiv Bators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tres Demented,
Graham Central Station,
Interpol,
Brothers Johnson,
Agitation Free,
Ituana,
Little Man,
Au Pairs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Foxx,
Pantaleimon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Names,
Sister Nancy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ice-T,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tommy Roe,
Wings,
Sight & Sound,
Yellowson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monks,
Yaz,
Boz Scaggs,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
Mad Mike,
The Tremeloes,
Prince Buster,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
the Association,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
D'Angelo,
Bob Dylan,
Althea and Donna,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound,
The Dead C,
Tim Buckley,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
The Doors,
Adolescents,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.