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 Qatar and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fuzztones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Adolescents,
The Saints,
Index,
The Red Krayola,
The Techniques,
Pulsallama,
Scratch Acid,
Lungfish,
The Invisible,
Kas Product,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neu!,
Severed Heads,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Pus,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Enemy,
The Trojans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Tremeloes,
Erasure,
D'Angelo,
Section 25,
Jeff Mills,
Delta 5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nico,
Flipper,
Youth Brigade,
Wire,
Desert Stars,
The Motions,
The Neon Judgement,
Colin Newman,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bob Dylan,
Chris & Cosey,
John Holt,
The Pretty Things,
Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gories,
Japan,
Barbara Tucker,
Albert Ayler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Popol Vuh,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.