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 Ukraine and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Minor Threat,
Moss Icon,
Robert Görl,
Cal Tjader,
Banda Bassotti,
T. Rex,
The Standells,
Crooked Eye,
Alison Limerick,
Gong,
Young Marble Giants,
The Black Dice,
Bill Near,
Brick,
Crash Course in Science,
Desert Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Liliput,
Boredoms,
The Red Krayola,
Schoolly D,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Alphaville,
Tres Demented,
Main Source,
Isaac Hayes,
Archie Shepp,
Outsiders,
Cecil Taylor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fela Kuti,
Joy Division,
Basic Channel,
John Lydon,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
Josef K,
Slave,
Juan Atkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cowsills,
Nas,
Amon Düül II,
Rites of Spring,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Pole,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.