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 Gabon and from London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Franke to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
Suicide,
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Count Five,
Altered Images,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Desert Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
The Knickerbockers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maleditus Sound,
JFA,
The Leaves,
Ossler,
Marc Almond,
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Iggy Pop,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T.S.O.L.,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Copeland,
Mantronix,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boredoms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ice-T,
David Axelrod,
Animal Collective,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Starr,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The New Christs,
Brass Construction,
Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
X-101,
Sonny Sharrock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Tommy Roe,
Shoche,
the Germs,
Robert Görl,
Zapp,
MDC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Howard Jones,
Pulsallama,
The Associates,
The Remains,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.