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 Barbados and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Sun Ra to the funk 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
Excepter,
Mark Hollis,
The Doors,
Siglo XX,
The Invisible,
Chrome,
Roger Hodgson,
the Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boogie Down Productions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Silicon Teens,
X-101,
48th St. Collective,
Technova,
Marshall Jefferson,
Isaac Hayes,
Rosa Yemen,
Japan,
Yaz,
Avey Tare,
Jerry's Kids,
Iggy Pop,
The Techniques,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jawbox,
Ituana,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
Intrusion,
The Leaves,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Knickerbockers,
Maleditus Sound,
Von Mondo,
Graham Central Station,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camberwell Now,
Animal Collective,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
UT,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
Rotary Connection,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.