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 Madagascar and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 48th St. Collective to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
the Human League,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Count Five,
Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Animal Collective,
Wally Richardson,
Fatback Band,
Hardrive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
R.M.O.,
Bob Dylan,
Visage,
Amon Düül II,
Marmalade,
Nico,
Fluxion,
The Last Poets,
Lakeside,
Severed Heads,
Mars,
The Walker Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
OOIOO,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Kinks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aswad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Fraelich,
The American Breed,
Cybotron,
Mr. Review,
PIL,
L. Decosne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Moon,
The Litter,
Monolake,
Bush Tetras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
Joy Division,
Aloha Tigers,
Deakin,
X-101,
Erasure,
The Martian,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.