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 South Africa and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 The Angels of Light to the dance 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soulsonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Accadde A,
The Music Machine,
Quadrant,
Andrew Hill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Loose Ends,
The Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Graham Central Station,
The Kinks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultravox,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Silicon Teens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Letta Mbulu,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hashim,
Dark Day,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hoover,
Audionom,
The Pop Group,
Gang Starr,
June of 44,
The Wake,
Lindisfarne,
Mantronix,
the Bar-Kays,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cybotron,
Darondo,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
Subhumans,
Procol Harum,
ABC,
Country Teasers,
Anakelly,
DJ Style,
EPMD,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
Babytalk,
Danielle Patucci,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.