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 Malta and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül II to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terrestrial Tones,
B.T. Express,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brass Construction,
The Skatalites,
CMW,
The Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Cymande,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wings,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Copeland,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Index,
The Cowsills,
Scan 7,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Terry,
Kas Product,
The Stooges,
Nirvana,
Lightning Bolt,
Angry Samoans,
D'Angelo,
FM Einheit,
Rekid,
Erykah Badu,
Y Pants,
Barry Ungar,
Arab on Radar,
MC5,
Lyres,
Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Urselle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
the Association,
DNA,
Judy Mowatt,
Donny Hathaway,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camouflage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
The Names,
Sun Ra,
Index,
Procol Harum,
Wolf Eyes,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.