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 Benin 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
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 synthesizer 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grunge 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
David Bowie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mars,
Easy Going,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Rundgren,
Vainqueur,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Christie,
Yazoo,
The Residents,
Ossler,
The Fortunes,
The Moody Blues,
Pulsallama,
Kerri Chandler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
Minnie Riperton,
Bad Manners,
Ohio Players,
June of 44,
Todd Terry,
Black Sheep,
Malaria!,
Infiniti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ponytail,
The Toasters,
Wings,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heaven 17,
Das Ding,
Sex Pistols,
The Fall,
The Cowsills,
Niagra,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Blancmange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liliput,
Schoolly D,
Whodini,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.