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 Antigua and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 Negative Approach to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Iggy Pop,
Yusef Lateef,
La Düsseldorf,
Moebius,
Yellowson,
The Birthday Party,
The Velvet Underground,
Junior Murvin,
Faraquet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Average White Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Arthur Verocai,
World's Most,
Lungfish,
Monolake,
Popol Vuh,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T. Rex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
LL Cool J,
Unwound,
The Invisible,
Janne Schatter,
Supertramp,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare,
Terry Callier,
Glenn Branca,
Thee Headcoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
X-101,
Circle Jerks,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker,
Radio Birdman,
PIL,
The Happenings,
Bang On A Can,
Slick Rick,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Rundgren,
X-102,
Mark Hollis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oneida,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.