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 Russia and from London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
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 theremin 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 Babytalk to the rap 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Camouflage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange,
Lakeside,
Grauzone,
The Residents,
Jeff Lynne,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Hill,
A Certain Ratio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ossler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Misunderstood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Das Ding,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry's Kids,
Lyres,
Desert Stars,
Siglo XX,
EPMD,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Royal Trux,
Slave,
The Litter,
DJ Style,
Television Personalities,
Excepter,
D'Angelo,
Sister Nancy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates,
Mark Hollis,
Swell Maps,
The Motions,
Panda Bear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Qualms,
Robert Görl,
Pharoah Sanders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxette,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Axelrod,
H. Thieme,
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
Flipper,
Pantaleimon,
Nik Kershaw,
The Saints,
Monolake,
Cameo,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.