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 Ivory Coast and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Pagans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dead C,
Liliput,
ABBA,
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Banda Bassotti,
The Five Americans,
The Mummies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Offenders,
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang On A Can,
Tim Buckley,
Whodini,
Vladislav Delay,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
The Wake,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fugazi,
Lindisfarne,
Livin' Joy,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mo-Dettes,
Trumans Water,
Subhumans,
Public Enemy,
John Holt,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wire,
Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Toni Rubio,
48th St. Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Dolphy,
The Zeros,
Eddi Front,
The New Christs,
Wally Richardson,
Mission of Burma,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.