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 Korea North 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grime 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy Collins,
John Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mandrill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
John Lydon,
Nico,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
Magma,
Tres Demented,
Radiohead,
the Soft Cell,
10cc,
Barry Ungar,
Wally Richardson,
The Cowsills,
MDC,
The Move,
Gong,
Television Personalities,
Underground Resistance,
E-Dancer,
Deakin,
Al Stewart,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Evens,
The Dirtbombs,
The Vogues,
The Fuzztones,
Deepchord,
Arab on Radar,
Brothers Johnson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacob Miller,
Soulsonic Force,
Newcleus,
Hot Snakes,
The Residents,
Circle Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Happenings,
The Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Altered Images,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
OOIOO,
X-101,
Bang On A Can,
Minny Pops,
Chris Corsano,
Motorama,
The Gun Club,
Gang Starr,
June of 44,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.