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 Colombia and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smiths,
Bobby Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Tremeloes,
Henry Cow,
Suicide,
Rekid,
The Victims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
Robert Wyatt,
Ludus,
Todd Terry,
Eli Mardock,
Skriet,
Tres Demented,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Christie,
Joe Finger,
The Cowsills,
Scientists,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cramps,
Malaria!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anakelly,
Desert Stars,
Lalann,
The Happenings,
Flipper,
Quantec,
Fear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eurythmics,
John Holt,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
Television,
Swell Maps,
Darondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantytec,
Organ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.