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 Syria and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camberwell Now to the rap 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Hill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q65,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sandy B,
This Heat,
The Gap Band,
Circle Jerks,
Arcadia,
Technova,
The Gun Club,
Au Pairs,
Accadde A,
Dead Boys,
The Pretty Things,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Juan Atkins,
Bluetip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
Shoche,
T.S.O.L.,
Pole,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Style,
Nico,
FM Einheit,
Amazonics,
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
Scion,
Oneida,
Sam Rivers,
EPMD,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Essential Logic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funkadelic,
UT,
Cybotron,
Skarface,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faust,
PIL,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.