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 Palau and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Misunderstood to the techno 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Hood,
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Seeds,
Mars,
The Cowsills,
Alton Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Surgeon,
X-102,
Pylon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Panda Bear,
DJ Sneak,
The Music Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Fatback Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Graham Central Station,
The Toasters,
Erykah Badu,
Cybotron,
Procol Harum,
Crash Course in Science,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy,
Negative Approach,
The Searchers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Nils Olav,
Easy Going,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New York Dolls,
Roger Hodgson,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed,
ABBA,
Adolescents,
Yazoo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pagans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Clarke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lower 48,
The Star Department,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.