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 United Kingdom and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Terrestrial Tones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ice-T,
The Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smiths,
The Smoke,
Flash Fearless,
Vladislav Delay,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Josef K,
Ten City,
Agitation Free,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Max Romeo,
Gichy Dan,
Monks,
Prince Buster,
The Fugs,
Crooked Eye,
The Names,
Procol Harum,
Television Personalities,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultravox,
Harry Pussy,
Black Flag,
DNA,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lungfish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tears for Fears,
Index,
Al Stewart,
Severed Heads,
Drexciya,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magma,
Aloha Tigers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wally Richardson,
Gong,
Hasil Adkins,
Fear,
Spoonie Gee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Youth Brigade,
Mr. Review,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalann,
Rosa Yemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tim Buckley,
Sun City Girls,
Cameo,
The Searchers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brand Nubian,
Alphaville,
Colin Newman,
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.