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 Laos and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Robert Görl to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Make Up,
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monks,
Wasted Youth,
The Motions,
H. Thieme,
John Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
The Moleskins,
Stiv Bators,
Blancmange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brick,
Cheater Slicks,
Ten City,
Vainqueur,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
Nils Olav,
AZ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Toasters,
The Smoke,
Dennis Brown,
Warren Ellis,
The Smiths,
The Move,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Near,
Anthony Braxton,
Pole,
The Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Main Source,
The Doors,
The Happenings,
The Misunderstood,
Motorama,
Underground Resistance,
Inner City,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gun Club,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Association,
Yellowson,
Johnny Clarke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Certain Ratio,
Panda Bear,
Joe Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacob Miller,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.