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 Nauru and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Connie Case to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Black Dice,
Pantytec,
Boredoms,
The Walker Brothers,
Brick,
Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
DJ Sneak,
The Young Rascals,
Rod Modell,
The Velvet Underground,
The Standells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Steve Hackett,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hot Snakes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Negative Approach,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Count Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gap Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donny Hathaway,
Kayak,
Franke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Von Mondo,
The Mojo Men,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fluxion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echospace,
OOIOO,
Blossom Toes,
Brothers Johnson,
Aloha Tigers,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skriet,
E-Dancer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flipper,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Christie,
the Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.