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 Zambia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Unwound to the rap 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Technova,
Smog,
Faust,
Flipper,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
The Gories,
Bizarre Inc.,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
MDC,
Section 25,
Idris Muhammad,
Groovy Waters,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
Max Romeo,
Panda Bear,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
John Lydon,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wasted Youth,
Ludus,
Q and Not U,
Camberwell Now,
Nirvana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gong,
Scion,
Symarip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Suburban Knight,
Black Flag,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joy Division,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DNA,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Style,
Robert Hood,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Womack,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
These Immortal Souls,
Flash Fearless,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.