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 Rwanda and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
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 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 Girls At Our Best! to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Popol Vuh,
Amazonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans,
Bad Manners,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
Massinfluence,
Wings,
The Red Krayola,
The Happenings,
Warren Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
the Swans,
KRS-One,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
Faust,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
Steve Hackett,
Crispian St. Peters,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rites of Spring,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantaleimon,
Sound Behaviour,
T.S.O.L.,
Circle Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hasil Adkins,
Rapeman,
PIL,
Dark Day,
Fear,
Lou Reed,
Nick Fraelich,
Yazoo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suburban Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Kinks,
B.T. Express,
The Pretty Things,
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June of 44,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Barracudas,
The Gap Band,
Sam Rivers,
Scion,
Franke,
Make Up,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.