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 Saudi Arabia and from London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Bar-Kays to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spoonie Gee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Pus,
Charles Mingus,
Unrelated Segments,
Joey Negro,
Pierre Henry,
Jacob Miller,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Franke,
Ornette Coleman,
Althea and Donna,
The Motions,
Animal Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
Cymande,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
Sixth Finger,
Janne Schatter,
The Misunderstood,
Lakeside,
Hasil Adkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cameo,
Pussy Galore,
Hashim,
PIL,
Erykah Badu,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlback,
Theoretical Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Gichy Dan,
Wire,
Jandek,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Holt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Durutti Column,
A Certain Ratio,
MC5,
Don Cherry,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.