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 Romania 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gladiators,
Black Bananas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cramps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Y Pants,
Derrick May,
Angry Samoans,
Sparks,
Depeche Mode,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monks,
Colin Newman,
Anthony Braxton,
The Techniques,
The Buckinghams,
Zero Boys,
World's Most,
Animal Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marshall Jefferson,
La Düsseldorf,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quadrant,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
The Invisible,
DNA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delta 5,
K-Klass,
KRS-One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
Fad Gadget,
Moebius,
New York Dolls,
Surgeon,
Hoover,
Motorama,
Qualms,
Todd Rundgren,
cv313,
Sister Nancy,
Make Up,
Essential Logic,
Bob Dylan,
Second Layer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
D'Angelo,
Bush Tetras,
Graham Central Station,
the Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Skarface,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.