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 Latvia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Bob Dylan to the crunk 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Morten Harket,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Coltrane,
Fear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alton Ellis,
Man Parrish,
World's Most,
The Slackers,
Moebius,
Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Gichy Dan,
The Modern Lovers,
Drexciya,
10cc,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Foxx,
Robert Hood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monolake,
Pussy Galore,
Albert Ayler,
the Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bob Dylan,
Tim Buckley,
Monks,
the Association,
David Axelrod,
K-Klass,
Television,
Byron Stingily,
Model 500,
Avey Tare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sex Pistols,
Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Swell Maps,
The Velvet Underground,
Kurtis Blow,
In Retrospect,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barry Ungar,
Cal Tjader,
Maurizio,
Pantytec,
48th St. Collective,
China Crisis,
The Martian,
Crooked Eye,
Fatback Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Can,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.