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 India and from Portland.
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 Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Pop Group,
Pantaleimon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young,
Blossom Toes,
Zero Boys,
Funkadelic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Association,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ponytail,
Das Ding,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Connie Case,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Minny Pops,
Pussy Galore,
Gastr Del Sol,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
F. McDonald,
Ten City,
John Lydon,
Pierre Henry,
Subhumans,
Rosa Yemen,
Sam Rivers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Five Americans,
Faraquet,
Nils Olav,
Q65,
Severed Heads,
Chris Corsano,
ABBA,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
Soft Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantytec,
Gichy Dan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Babytalk,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick Morgan,
Gong,
The Count Five,
Fela Kuti,
Sandy B,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fad Gadget,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.