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 Philippines and from London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Swans,
Erasure,
Juan Atkins,
The Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick May,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
Goldenarms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Inner City,
Cluster,
Jerry's Kids,
K-Klass,
The Velvet Underground,
Tubeway Army,
Easy Going,
Neu!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Letta Mbulu,
Organ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lower 48,
Bluetip,
Scrapy,
Unrelated Segments,
Marmalade,
The New Christs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronnie Foster,
Laurel Aitken,
Masters at Work,
John Cale,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Normal,
Nik Kershaw,
Anakelly,
Gabor Szabo,
Agent Orange,
Bob Dylan,
Tim Buckley,
R.M.O.,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül II,
Dave Gahan,
Boredoms,
Brand Nubian,
The Gun Club,
Cecil Taylor,
Max Romeo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Urselle,
Graham Central Station,
Peter and Kerry,
Donny Hathaway,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.