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 Namibia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Royal Trux to the rap 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
Interpol,
Fear,
Roxette,
F. McDonald,
Hot Snakes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Vogues,
The Cowsills,
Minutemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slits,
Trumans Water,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Sheep,
Harmonia,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cameo,
Excepter,
ABC,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pere Ubu,
The Fortunes,
Gichy Dan,
Con Funk Shun,
EPMD,
The Black Dice,
Blancmange,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wasted Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slackers,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Flag,
Pierre Henry,
Motorama,
Lindisfarne,
Procol Harum,
The Monochrome Set,
Fela Kuti,
Mr. Review,
Jacques Brel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crime,
Barry Ungar,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.