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 Belgium and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lakeside to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Trumans Water,
Negative Approach,
Drexciya,
New Order,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Wyatt,
Nirvana,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Depeche Mode,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
The Evens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacques Brel,
The Slackers,
The Blackbyrds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxy Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suicide,
Grauzone,
The United States of America,
Sun City Girls,
Deadbeat,
Derrick Morgan,
CMW,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronan,
Mandrill,
Amazonics,
Gichy Dan,
Ken Boothe,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Womack,
New Age Steppers,
Pantaleimon,
Mr. Review,
Ohio Players,
Wings,
Bluetip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visage,
Joy Division,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flipper,
Newcleus,
EPMD,
Tommy Roe,
X-101,
Rotary Connection,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.