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 Niger 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Rhythm & Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
X-101,
Ossler,
Slave,
Lou Reed,
Dennis Brown,
The Skatalites,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lindisfarne,
Supertramp,
the Association,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q and Not U,
Anthony Braxton,
Drexciya,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick May,
The Fall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul Sonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Guru Guru,
Magma,
Oneida,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crash Course in Science,
AZ,
Radiohead,
Piero Umiliani,
Bush Tetras,
The Happenings,
EPMD,
Godley & Creme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Alphaville,
Prince Buster,
Monks,
Man Parrish,
Technova,
Byron Stingily,
The Moody Blues,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Five Americans,
Talk Talk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Iggy Pop,
Alison Limerick,
Brass Construction,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minnie Riperton,
Sam Rivers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gichy Dan,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.