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 Brazil and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Girls At Our Best! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Altered Images,
Aaron Thompson,
Arab on Radar,
Monolake,
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Jawbox,
B.T. Express,
Suicide,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erasure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Clear Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Agitation Free,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed,
The Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Howard Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
Buzzcocks,
Blake Baxter,
Jandek,
Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Don Cherry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agent Orange,
the Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cure,
Barbara Tucker,
Mantronix,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dual Sessions,
Moss Icon,
Motorama,
Drexciya,
Bronski Beat,
Alphaville,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mummies,
Patti Smith,
Rakim,
Swans,
The Techniques,
Susan Cadogan,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.