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 Chad and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zapp to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Skatalites,
Blake Baxter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
Skriet,
Eve St. Jones,
Sugar Minott,
The Litter,
Theoretical Girls,
UT,
The Five Americans,
Half Japanese,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Quantec,
Fad Gadget,
Television Personalities,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
Monolake,
Gong,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swell Maps,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Bourne,
David Axelrod,
Colin Newman,
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Hill,
Accadde A,
The Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Dawn Penn,
Albert Ayler,
The Dirtbombs,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Terry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Names,
Dual Sessions,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
U.S. Maple,
Eddi Front,
Fat Boys,
Kas Product,
Desert Stars,
Alton Ellis,
The Index,
Pantaleimon,
Sonic Youth,
Country Teasers,
Tommy Roe,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.