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 Uganda and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Patti Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Brick,
Rapeman,
the Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
The Wake,
The Techniques,
Parry Music,
cv313,
Delta 5,
Amazonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker,
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
Kayak,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gun Club,
the Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Wasted Youth,
H. Thieme,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed,
Davy DMX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Starr,
Grauzone,
Con Funk Shun,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vainqueur,
Anakelly,
Newcleus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Al Stewart,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Subhumans,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Mills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stiv Bators,
Lyres,
The Mummies,
Black Flag,
Ornette Coleman,
Japan,
CMW,
John Cale,
The Count Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Technova,
The Beau Brummels,
Scrapy,
The Barracudas,
The Misunderstood,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.