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 Sierra Leone 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slave to the jazz 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Lightning Bolt,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra,
Vladislav Delay,
Can,
R.M.O.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thompson Twins,
Bang On A Can,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Unwound,
Isaac Hayes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minny Pops,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Foxx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker,
Royal Trux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Mills,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Görl,
The Stooges,
Slave,
Sparks,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sound,
Gang Green,
Jimmy McGriff,
Essential Logic,
Minutemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Von Mondo,
Cheater Slicks,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eurythmics,
kango's stein massive,
The Toasters,
David Axelrod,
Y Pants,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
the Bar-Kays,
Altered Images,
Scientists,
Con Funk Shun,
Saccharine Trust,
Agitation Free,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.