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 Botswana and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Monks,
Gang Green,
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes,
Hashim,
Theoretical Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Archie Shepp,
The Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kayak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry's Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
Grauzone,
The Busters,
kango's stein massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
The Wake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association,
The Slits,
Barrington Levy,
The Fuzztones,
Ponytail,
Lucky Dragons,
Bauhaus,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
Marshall Jefferson,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gladiators,
Donny Hathaway,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kurtis Blow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Eddi Front,
a-ha,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
Yellowson,
Donald Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blossom Toes,
Pierre Henry,
Cybotron,
Juan Atkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dead Boys,
Eric Copeland,
48th St. Collective,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.