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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Nation of Ulysses to the punk 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glenn Branca,
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Average White Band,
Interpol,
Yaz,
Eddi Front,
Lyres,
Janne Schatter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scratch Acid,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flash Fearless,
Excepter,
Crime,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oneida,
Donald Byrd,
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Happenings,
The Litter,
Sandy B,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
Reagan Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grauzone,
Black Flag,
The Last Poets,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fluxion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott Heron,
Toni Rubio,
Deadbeat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Subhumans,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harry Pussy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Joensuu 1685,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
Marcia Griffiths,
Supertramp,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.