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 Fiji and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
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 theremin 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 Pantytec to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
Gong,
Alton Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Judy Mowatt,
Rod Modell,
Audionom,
Tim Buckley,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Copeland,
Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Pulsallama,
Ultra Naté,
Q65,
Pere Ubu,
The Standells,
Smog,
Black Pus,
Wings,
Mandrill,
Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Symarip,
Altered Images,
The Kinks,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
Patti Smith,
Delta 5,
Todd Rundgren,
The Count Five,
Yusef Lateef,
The Seeds,
The Motions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pierre Henry,
AZ,
Soulsonic Force,
Yaz,
The Busters,
Bill Wells,
Half Japanese,
ABC,
the Bar-Kays,
Monolake,
L. Decosne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Inner City,
R.M.O.,
T.S.O.L.,
Mark Hollis,
Donald Byrd,
Blancmange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.