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 Madagascar 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Duran Duran to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
the Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Magma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Hood,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Starr,
The Smiths,
Whodini,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Joensuu 1685,
Porter Ricks,
Franke,
Donald Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxy Music,
Josef K,
Brass Construction,
The Associates,
The Neon Judgement,
The Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skaos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
Barrington Levy,
The Count Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nico,
Robert Wyatt,
The Remains,
Rotary Connection,
Crash Course in Science,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fuzztones,
Public Enemy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Michelle Simonal,
Rufus Thomas,
The Velvet Underground,
DNA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Camberwell Now,
Television,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Residents,
Minutemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Simply Red,
Ralphi Rosario,
Section 25,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.