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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Rapeman to the dance 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Count Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Leaves,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anthony Braxton,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Style,
Erasure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythm & Sound,
KRS-One,
The Move,
Crash Course in Science,
Icehouse,
Arcadia,
Barrington Levy,
Lyres,
Outsiders,
Adolescents,
Qualms,
Crooked Eye,
Cal Tjader,
Eurythmics,
Smog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sound,
Interpol,
Scientists,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
B.T. Express,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skaos,
Iggy Pop,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sight & Sound,
Motorama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
China Crisis,
Royal Trux,
Piero Umiliani,
Joyce Sims,
Harry Pussy,
Sister Nancy,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.