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 Kenya and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
T. Rex,
the Human League,
Lungfish,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
Minutemen,
Sam Rivers,
New Order,
John Cale,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
Glenn Branca,
Bob Dylan,
Man Parrish,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blues Magoos,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo,
The Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
Sonny Sharrock,
Laurel Aitken,
The Martian,
New York Dolls,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
a-ha,
The Grass Roots,
Khruangbin,
Howard Jones,
The Invisible,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
Pantaleimon,
Easy Going,
This Heat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donald Byrd,
Roxy Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Aural Exciters,
Make Up,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.