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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 F. McDonald to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Sneak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha,
Leonard Cohen,
Talk Talk,
Simply Red,
Joe Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Cymande,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Zero Boys,
X-102,
Matthew Bourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reagan Youth,
Marmalade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Audionom,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visage,
Quantec,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barrington Levy,
Silicon Teens,
Y Pants,
Junior Murvin,
The Cramps,
Dead Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Swell Maps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Symarip,
The Remains,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Names,
Pierre Henry,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
A Certain Ratio,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Saints,
Unwound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Bananas,
Sister Nancy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brass Construction,
The Index,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.