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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Unwound to the dance 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Arab on Radar,
Cymande,
Minor Threat,
Duran Duran,
The Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Nik Kershaw,
Blake Baxter,
Black Pus,
The Moleskins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rod Modell,
Television,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dirtbombs,
Pere Ubu,
Nas,
Wasted Youth,
Heaven 17,
Accadde A,
Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Con Funk Shun,
Stiv Bators,
Little Man,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
Japan,
kango's stein massive,
Skaos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slave,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
Joy Division,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skriet,
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen,
Sugar Minott,
Fluxion,
Morten Harket,
Zero Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lightning Bolt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
The Fuzztones,
Ken Boothe,
The Real Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Echospace,
Deakin,
The Smoke,
Bobby Sherman,
Urselle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.