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 Barbados and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Ponytail to the disco 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Easy Going,
Sällskapet,
Von Mondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Five Americans,
Fluxion,
The Fortunes,
Lou Christie,
Nas,
Loose Ends,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Los Fastidios,
Roger Hodgson,
Rod Modell,
Stereo Dub,
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
Japan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fear,
Cameo,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jawbox,
Mars,
Eden Ahbez,
Rotary Connection,
The Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Nirvana,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
H. Thieme,
Joey Negro,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Parry Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Massinfluence,
Faraquet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mark Hollis,
Hashim,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pole,
The Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Buzzcocks,
The Buckinghams,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moss Icon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.