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 Kiribati and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Nils Olav to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
the Germs,
X-102,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Anthony Braxton,
Crash Course in Science,
Slick Rick,
The Slackers,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
Suicide,
Groovy Waters,
Nico,
Section 25,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harmonia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lower 48,
Robert Wyatt,
Television,
Chris & Cosey,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joey Negro,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thompson Twins,
Marmalade,
Donald Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mantronix,
Janne Schatter,
Rapeman,
Fluxion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ice-T,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
The Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Little Man,
The Gap Band,
The Offenders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Fugazi,
Spandau Ballet,
Guru Guru,
Fad Gadget,
Das Ding,
Girls At Our Best!,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.