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 Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Niagra to the jazz 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Eli Mardock,
U.S. Maple,
Lower 48,
Tommy Roe,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ten City,
Pagans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxette,
Chris Corsano,
H. Thieme,
Warsaw,
the Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Holt,
The Searchers,
Althea and Donna,
the Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Prince Buster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pulsallama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cramps,
Subhumans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hoover,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
The Trojans,
Josef K,
Cluster,
Tres Demented,
Moss Icon,
Peter and Kerry,
Skarface,
Pussy Galore,
The Detroit Cobras,
China Crisis,
The Count Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
Graham Central Station,
ABBA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Terry,
World's Most,
Massinfluence,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eddi Front,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythm & Sound,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.