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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Derrick May to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
Accadde A,
The Pretty Things,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sandy B,
Nik Kershaw,
Harmonia,
R.M.O.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cameo,
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roger Hodgson,
Joey Negro,
Fugazi,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Techniques,
LL Cool J,
Ultravox,
Yellowson,
Hasil Adkins,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Hashim,
Bill Near,
Roxette,
The Slits,
Kas Product,
Aswad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Procol Harum,
Minutemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ohio Players,
Howard Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tom Boy,
Franke,
Camberwell Now,
Slave,
Sun Ra,
Dennis Brown,
Maleditus Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.