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 Slovenia and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Agitation Free to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry's Kids,
AZ,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Hood,
Toni Rubio,
Black Moon,
Neil Young,
Harry Pussy,
Barry Ungar,
The Divine Comedy,
Ossler,
Drexciya,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moody Blues,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
Laurel Aitken,
Outsiders,
Gang of Four,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monolake,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter and Kerry,
LL Cool J,
Ten City,
K-Klass,
The Gories,
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
Flipper,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
MDC,
The Leaves,
Eric B and Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Excepter,
Albert Ayler,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warsaw,
Rekid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vladislav Delay,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nirvana,
Ohio Players,
Flash Fearless,
Country Teasers,
Pantaleimon,
World's Most,
the Human League,
Urselle,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Clarke,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fortunes,
Bush Tetras,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.