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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Tubeway Army to the dance 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners 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?
Todd Rundgren,
The Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sex Pistols,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mandrill,
Carl Craig,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
David Axelrod,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Flag,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Sheep,
Flipper,
Harmonia,
Kurtis Blow,
The Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Martian,
Grauzone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Desert Stars,
Fela Kuti,
The Neon Judgement,
Rakim,
Unwound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mad Mike,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Clarke,
Moby Grape,
Urselle,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Count Five,
Erykah Badu,
The Kinks,
The New Christs,
D'Angelo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blancmange,
Cluster,
Man Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Cymande,
The Smoke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cowsills,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.