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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wasted Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blossom Toes,
The Fugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scientists,
Guru Guru,
Maurizio,
Deakin,
Symarip,
Chrome,
Zero Boys,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
Hasil Adkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Y Pants,
Anakelly,
Gang Starr,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Clear Light,
Sixth Finger,
Duran Duran,
The Raincoats,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Hill,
Angry Samoans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aswad,
Jandek,
Pagans,
Thee Headcoats,
Infiniti,
Marine Girls,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rekid,
Idris Muhammad,
Wasted Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Newcleus,
Metal Thangz,
New Age Steppers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cal Tjader,
Camouflage,
Monolake,
The Walker Brothers,
Pylon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bluetip,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.