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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
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 theremin 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 OOIOO to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Dead Boys,
Rapeman,
ABC,
The Cowsills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fluxion,
Sight & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Fraelich,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Franke,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Sister Nancy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stereo Dub,
Eddi Front,
Dorothy Ashby,
China Crisis,
The Monochrome Set,
Banda Bassotti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiohead,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare,
48th St. Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fugs,
Smog,
Arcadia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Darondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erasure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alison Limerick,
Niagra,
Reagan Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Anakelly,
Goldenarms,
Graham Central Station,
Drexciya,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Cameo,
Warren Ellis,
Clear Light,
Liliput,
The Music Machine,
Monolake,
Moby Grape,
Traffic Nightmare,
Janne Schatter,
Terry Callier,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.