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 Paraguay and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Wolf Eyes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Sällskapet,
Zero Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minor Threat,
Pere Ubu,
Crash Course in Science,
The Music Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Bourne,
Yusef Lateef,
The Star Department,
Howard Jones,
This Heat,
Alphaville,
Animal Collective,
Scientists,
Ituana,
Urselle,
Siglo XX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
Delta 5,
Television,
Joyce Sims,
Ornette Coleman,
Fugazi,
Dual Sessions,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Terry,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Tremeloes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
Theoretical Girls,
Mr. Review,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ludus,
The Happenings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quantec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
U.S. Maple,
The Young Rascals,
Radiohead,
Letta Mbulu,
FM Einheit,
The Fuzztones,
The Angels of Light,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Toasters,
Isaac Hayes,
X-102,
Brothers Johnson,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.