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 Congo and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Boogie Down Productions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Offenders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fatback Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Don Cherry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Busters,
Loose Ends,
Camouflage,
The Evens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Anthony Braxton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Parry Music,
Tres Demented,
Sällskapet,
Iggy Pop,
Monolake,
These Immortal Souls,
Subhumans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dual Sessions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blossom Toes,
Interpol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalann,
Yaz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sam Rivers,
The Fortunes,
Kas Product,
Arcadia,
Jandek,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Five Americans,
Soulsonic Force,
PIL,
Blancmange,
Agent Orange,
The Sound,
The Associates,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
The Names,
Procol Harum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Donald Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.