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 Cuba and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Matthew Bourne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Siglo XX,
Accadde A,
Rod Modell,
Ten City,
Kerri Chandler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
Basic Channel,
Underground Resistance,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Soulsonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roger Hodgson,
Depeche Mode,
Barclay James Harvest,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funky Four + One,
The Names,
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Infiniti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlback,
F. McDonald,
H. Thieme,
David McCallum,
The Trojans,
K-Klass,
Letta Mbulu,
the Normal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman,
Marine Girls,
The Kinks,
The Offenders,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
kango's stein massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doors,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scan 7,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter and Kerry,
The Toasters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.