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 Luxembourg and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Dorothy Ashby to the funk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Massinfluence,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry's Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
FM Einheit,
Organ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Loose Ends,
The Smoke,
Tropical Tobacco,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
Das Ding,
Rekid,
Joe Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Wally Richardson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
H. Thieme,
Gabor Szabo,
Barrington Levy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Laurel Aitken,
Archie Shepp,
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
Banda Bassotti,
Minor Threat,
The Gun Club,
Pagans,
Cecil Taylor,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
Lou Christie,
The Divine Comedy,
The Selecter,
Little Man,
A Certain Ratio,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monolake,
Faust,
Hashim,
Sam Rivers,
The Skatalites,
Arab on Radar,
Brass Construction,
The Monochrome Set,
Morten Harket,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Accadde A,
Popol Vuh,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.