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 Slovakia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 United States of America to the jazz 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Stetsasonic,
Boredoms,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Angry Samoans,
Mo-Dettes,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mark Hollis,
The Fortunes,
Sex Pistols,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division,
Porter Ricks,
X-102,
Sam Rivers,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
Wolf Eyes,
In Retrospect,
Pantytec,
The Trojans,
The Buckinghams,
Spoonie Gee,
T. Rex,
Negative Approach,
Nils Olav,
Pere Ubu,
Young Marble Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
Whodini,
The Neon Judgement,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harry Pussy,
Mars,
New Order,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Groovy Waters,
The Tremeloes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gong,
Man Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.