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 Syria and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lalo Schifrin to the punk 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Niagra,
The Smoke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television Personalities,
Crime,
Procol Harum,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
Ituana,
Zero Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Cecil Taylor,
Royal Trux,
Spandau Ballet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rekid,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
Donny Hathaway,
The Skatalites,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
LL Cool J,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faraquet,
Panda Bear,
Underground Resistance,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amazonics,
The Slackers,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marmalade,
Carl Craig,
Dave Gahan,
Accadde A,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cameo,
the Normal,
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gladiators,
Gang Starr,
Nico,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.