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 Vietnam 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Banda Bassotti,
Oneida,
The Cure,
Warsaw,
ABC,
Underground Resistance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drexciya,
The Vogues,
The Zeros,
Easy Going,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Toasters,
Blossom Toes,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
The Litter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Guru Guru,
DJ Sneak,
kango's stein massive,
Bad Manners,
Jacob Miller,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Audionom,
Cybotron,
Deadbeat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bush Tetras,
Nirvana,
Kerri Chandler,
OOIOO,
48th St. Collective,
Faraquet,
Colin Newman,
Organ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dirtbombs,
Massinfluence,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
H. Thieme,
Skriet,
the Bar-Kays,
Excepter,
Kas Product,
Darondo,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.