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 Belarus and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 The Slits to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slick Rick,
The Names,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gories,
Thee Headcoats,
Pole,
Brand Nubian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Easy Going,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxy Music,
Mad Mike,
The Pretty Things,
Pantytec,
Soul II Soul,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Womack,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk,
Nirvana,
Colin Newman,
Roxette,
Ronan,
Crooked Eye,
The Remains,
Dead Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Eve St. Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Rakim,
Lalann,
Anakelly,
The Invisible,
Radiohead,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Skarface,
Oblivians,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
Japan,
MC5,
Shoche,
Intrusion,
Deadbeat,
Bad Manners,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
Hashim,
The Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.