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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 Grey Daturas to the crunk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Robert Hood,
Ronan,
Ten City,
Eve St. Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
F. McDonald,
Visage,
Q65,
Index,
OOIOO,
Stiv Bators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tres Demented,
The Knickerbockers,
Groovy Waters,
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye,
The Motions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Barracudas,
New York Dolls,
Iggy Pop,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry's Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Sarah Menescal,
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mars,
Aswad,
Subhumans,
Tim Buckley,
ABBA,
The Golliwogs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul II Soul,
Traffic Nightmare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Rundgren,
MC5,
The Victims,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
Faust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
The Velvet Underground,
Metal Thangz,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.