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 Haiti and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flamin' Groovies to the electroclash 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Cheater Slicks,
Neu!,
Scientists,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
This Heat,
David McCallum,
Nik Kershaw,
Television,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marine Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Hill,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q and Not U,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Count Five,
Charles Mingus,
Ken Boothe,
Minutemen,
ABC,
the Normal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grey Daturas,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Prunes,
Swans,
Pierre Henry,
The Raincoats,
X-101,
The Selecter,
Sandy B,
Cymande,
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats,
the Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
New Order,
David Bowie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blake Baxter,
Skriet,
The Martian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mummies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
The Gap Band,
The American Breed,
Alphaville,
The Motions,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.