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 Mauritius and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moody Blues,
Malaria!,
Cameo,
Animal Collective,
The Offenders,
Camberwell Now,
The Walker Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Theoretical Girls,
Dark Day,
Kayak,
Babytalk,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
Bauhaus,
Spandau Ballet,
Fad Gadget,
Metal Thangz,
Fela Kuti,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
cv313,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eve St. Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Swans,
Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Quando Quango,
Cluster,
Wolf Eyes,
Connie Case,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
Yazoo,
Warsaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Little Man,
Bobby Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul II Soul,
Television Personalities,
Radiohead,
Subhumans,
Delta 5,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yaz,
The Fall,
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Massinfluence,
Sight & Sound,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.