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 Iran and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Move,
Bob Dylan,
cv313,
Scion,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
Max Romeo,
The Motions,
Jeff Mills,
Scan 7,
Eli Mardock,
Wire,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pussy Galore,
Pulsallama,
Main Source,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Japan,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Green,
Tom Boy,
Deadbeat,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Can,
Archie Shepp,
Nik Kershaw,
Skarface,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
the Normal,
The Misunderstood,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantytec,
Siglo XX,
Rapeman,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris & Cosey,
Bronski Beat,
CMW,
Drexciya,
Parry Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Das Ding,
The Associates,
Piero Umiliani,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.