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 Belarus and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the crunk 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 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 The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Moleskins,
Absolute Body Control,
Swans,
Scan 7,
Ken Boothe,
The Divine Comedy,
Quando Quango,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barrington Levy,
Harmonia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Smog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Second Layer,
Clear Light,
Groovy Waters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Darondo,
Grey Daturas,
Saccharine Trust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kenny Larkin,
Radio Birdman,
David Bowie,
Maurizio,
Joensuu 1685,
Echospace,
Black Flag,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Remains,
B.T. Express,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Livin' Joy,
L. Decosne,
Panda Bear,
Thompson Twins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sister Nancy,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Mills,
Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Pylon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gap Band,
The Standells,
Swell Maps,
Gang Green,
Suburban Knight,
This Heat,
Bluetip,
The Vogues,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.