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 Panama and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Junior Murvin to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Star Department,
Kayak,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tres Demented,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
F. McDonald,
Fugazi,
Stetsasonic,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q and Not U,
Desert Stars,
Scrapy,
The Victims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
a-ha,
The Golliwogs,
Sandy B,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Simply Red,
The Pop Group,
Marmalade,
The Velvet Underground,
Funky Four + One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
10cc,
The Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gap Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Barry Ungar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
Joensuu 1685,
Hashim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dawn Penn,
Franke,
T.S.O.L.,
Lungfish,
Monolake,
Basic Channel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.