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 Bahrain and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 Crooked Eye to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Accadde A,
Nas,
The Selecter,
The Pretty Things,
Bad Manners,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alice Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
ABBA,
a-ha,
Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantytec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nico,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Depeche Mode,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Motions,
June Days,
Gang of Four,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camouflage,
Chris & Cosey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
Little Man,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Bananas,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Tres Demented,
Pantaleimon,
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
The Walker Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funky Four + One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Newcleus,
Junior Murvin,
X-101,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warsaw,
MDC,
Don Cherry,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.