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 Poland and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blues Magoos to the crunk 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pylon,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
Howard Jones,
the Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Enemy,
The Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Supertramp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Magazine,
Mantronix,
The Vogues,
The Stooges,
John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Whodini,
Peter and Kerry,
The Evens,
Toni Rubio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
OOIOO,
Essential Logic,
Echospace,
Funkadelic,
New Order,
Magma,
Ultravox,
The Gap Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
Sandy B,
Scratch Acid,
The Remains,
Reagan Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Wells,
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
the Normal,
Mad Mike,
Hashim,
John Coltrane,
Cluster,
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Urselle,
Easy Going,
Severed Heads,
Jimmy McGriff,
Average White Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers,
New York Dolls,
Fluxion,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.