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 Eritrea and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Letta Mbulu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Holt,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
Procol Harum,
Skaos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Don Cherry,
The Gap Band,
Yazoo,
Ituana,
Yaz,
Peter & Gordon,
Althea and Donna,
Michelle Simonal,
Warren Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Con Funk Shun,
Spandau Ballet,
Arthur Verocai,
Y Pants,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Near,
Barbara Tucker,
Joey Negro,
Unwound,
Cal Tjader,
Kerri Chandler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Teasers,
Tears for Fears,
Brothers Johnson,
Au Pairs,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neu!,
The Standells,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Albert Ayler,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minutemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Fraelich,
Model 500,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.