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 Cambodia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Stetsasonic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Real Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cheater Slicks,
Siglo XX,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Young Marble Giants,
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O.,
Wire,
Slick Rick,
Joe Finger,
Nirvana,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABBA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sandy B,
Hoover,
Cluster,
Jeff Mills,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Grass Roots,
Pagans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wally Richardson,
The Kinks,
The Gories,
Ultra Naté,
Junior Murvin,
The Cure,
Kas Product,
Bobby Sherman,
New Age Steppers,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
Flipper,
Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Fugazi,
a-ha,
Trumans Water,
Technova,
The Cowsills,
kango's stein massive,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reuben Wilson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
CMW,
Bizarre Inc.,
Animal Collective,
Warren Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.