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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Accra.
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 Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lungfish to the rock 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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Rufus Thomas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magma,
Robert Hood,
Inner City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marine Girls,
Procol Harum,
Archie Shepp,
The Barracudas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oblivians,
Byron Stingily,
World's Most,
The Martian,
Surgeon,
The Associates,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gories,
The Black Dice,
The Fuzztones,
Ronan,
The Cramps,
Sparks,
The Buckinghams,
Freddie Wadling,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pussy Galore,
The Toasters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mantronix,
Todd Rundgren,
Mad Mike,
The Names,
PIL,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
Mo-Dettes,
cv313,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Al Stewart,
Half Japanese,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen,
Davy DMX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Malaria!,
The Zeros,
Royal Trux,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moss Icon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.