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 Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Flash Fearless to the disco 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
The Move,
The Star Department,
Infiniti,
The Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
LL Cool J,
Unrelated Segments,
Pussy Galore,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker,
Banda Bassotti,
Rekid,
L. Decosne,
Groovy Waters,
Suicide,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalann,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Cameo,
Camberwell Now,
Eden Ahbez,
Zapp,
X-Ray Spex,
Davy DMX,
Jerry's Kids,
Carl Craig,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siglo XX,
Jawbox,
Bob Dylan,
Rosa Yemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Sexual Harrassment,
La Düsseldorf,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
Malaria!,
Cluster,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kurtis Blow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Associates,
Wasted Youth,
the Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.