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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bootsy Collins to the jazz 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Sight & Sound,
MC5,
Inner City,
Hasil Adkins,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Dark Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Anakelly,
The Vogues,
Masters at Work,
The Count Five,
Pussy Galore,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
Eden Ahbez,
Rapeman,
Mandrill,
Tubeway Army,
John Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxette,
Essential Logic,
Skriet,
AZ,
Joyce Sims,
The Monochrome Set,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Cell,
June of 44,
The Music Machine,
The Gories,
This Heat,
The Slackers,
Q and Not U,
The Angels of Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantytec,
The Kinks,
Charles Mingus,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Knickerbockers,
Minor Threat,
Marine Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.