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 Romania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Accadde A to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Bar-Kays,
Kas Product,
Sex Pistols,
Circle Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Dennis Brown,
The Mummies,
Eden Ahbez,
Stockholm Monsters,
Loose Ends,
The Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Basic Channel,
Robert Wyatt,
The Music Machine,
Severed Heads,
Schoolly D,
Soul II Soul,
Shoche,
The Busters,
Scratch Acid,
Khruangbin,
New Age Steppers,
Nirvana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Infiniti,
Nico,
Maurizio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
Archie Shepp,
Pussy Galore,
The Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
Bluetip,
Bob Dylan,
Wasted Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Hill,
The Sound,
L. Decosne,
Delta 5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra,
Cal Tjader,
Boredoms,
Alice Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.