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 Korea South and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Reuben Wilson to the crunk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
PIL,
Wire,
Vainqueur,
Liliput,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slackers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aswad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Juan Atkins,
Ludus,
The Golliwogs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonic Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Fad Gadget,
The Blackbyrds,
The Busters,
The J.B.'s,
Masters at Work,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jandek,
Gichy Dan,
The Mummies,
Bill Wells,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Depeche Mode,
Quadrant,
Ronan,
The Beau Brummels,
The Selecter,
Patti Smith,
Robert Görl,
Harmonia,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gladiators,
Alison Limerick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-102,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sällskapet,
Faraquet,
Unrelated Segments,
Wings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unwound,
Arcadia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Stooges,
U.S. Maple,
The Residents,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.