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 Cuba and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Pantaleimon to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Main Source,
Alton Ellis,
Prince Buster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
Ten City,
New Age Steppers,
Pierre Henry,
Skaos,
Dual Sessions,
Ornette Coleman,
Sixth Finger,
John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warsaw,
Scan 7,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zapp,
La Düsseldorf,
The Music Machine,
Mars,
Tommy Roe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blues Magoos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maleditus Sound,
The Index,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
The Pop Group,
Aural Exciters,
Charles Mingus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q and Not U,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Durutti Column,
Roxy Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Alison Limerick,
R.M.O.,
The Gun Club,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kas Product,
Suicide,
Model 500,
K-Klass,
Lower 48,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Foxx,
JFA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Carl Craig,
The Techniques,
Ralphi Rosario,
Toni Rubio,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.