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 Lebanon and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rap 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick Morgan,
The Offenders,
Skarface,
Severed Heads,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül,
Isaac Hayes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zero Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ponytail,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cameo,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Searchers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
L. Decosne,
Sonic Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Von Mondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Oblivians,
John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Brick,
Fatback Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Red Krayola,
Josef K,
The Busters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
Sex Pistols,
Kevin Saunderson,
Los Fastidios,
Magma,
Ultravox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Association,
Aloha Tigers,
Panda Bear,
cv313,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quadrant,
Intrusion,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wire,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.