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 Singapore and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 The Dirtbombs to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Half Japanese,
Von Mondo,
Ken Boothe,
Bauhaus,
Lungfish,
Gang of Four,
Wally Richardson,
The Standells,
Bluetip,
Average White Band,
Sällskapet,
the Sonics,
The Sound,
Ludus,
Erasure,
One Last Wish,
Black Pus,
Technova,
Niagra,
Rosa Yemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The United States of America,
Spoonie Gee,
Sandy B,
Girls At Our Best!,
Archie Shepp,
The Happenings,
Grauzone,
Magma,
The Modern Lovers,
The Toasters,
Todd Terry,
China Crisis,
Faust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eve St. Jones,
Blancmange,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
kango's stein massive,
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
Main Source,
Negative Approach,
The Busters,
Scan 7,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick May,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
The Motions,
Basic Channel,
Josef K,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Moon,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.