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 Ghana and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Mandrill to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
the Germs,
Swell Maps,
Derrick Morgan,
Arthur Verocai,
Panda Bear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ornette Coleman,
Basic Channel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tom Boy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Buckinghams,
Schoolly D,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
The Smoke,
Subhumans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wings,
Scratch Acid,
Man Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
The Techniques,
Flash Fearless,
Alison Limerick,
Juan Atkins,
Scientists,
Suburban Knight,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
Q and Not U,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Leonard Cohen,
Fear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Christie,
The Zeros,
These Immortal Souls,
Archie Shepp,
Mars,
The Durutti Column,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers,
Half Japanese,
Quando Quango,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blake Baxter,
Grey Daturas,
ABC,
Johnny Clarke,
Minnie Riperton,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.