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 Uruguay and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grunge 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Young Rascals,
The Motions,
Carl Craig,
Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Easy Going,
Ultimate Spinach,
Niagra,
Jeff Mills,
Alison Limerick,
Crash Course in Science,
Camberwell Now,
Erasure,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pretty Things,
The Residents,
Metal Thangz,
Infiniti,
A Certain Ratio,
Henry Cow,
Dawn Penn,
Technova,
Banda Bassotti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Organ,
James White and The Blacks,
Popol Vuh,
Ken Boothe,
Jacques Brel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moebius,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Underground Resistance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dirtbombs,
Outsiders,
Boredoms,
Idris Muhammad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jimmy McGriff,
Section 25,
X-Ray Spex,
Alton Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Motorama,
Toni Rubio,
Warren Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Lou Christie,
Letta Mbulu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fortunes,
Lower 48,
Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Hardrive,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.