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 Libya 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Half Japanese to the crunk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Skarface,
Radio Birdman,
Second Layer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ornette Coleman,
The New Christs,
Blossom Toes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Barry Ungar,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
Flipper,
Duran Duran,
Tres Demented,
Talk Talk,
New Order,
Morten Harket,
The Neon Judgement,
Yazoo,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Osbourne,
The J.B.'s,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Lydon,
Liliput,
Bush Tetras,
Isaac Hayes,
Fat Boys,
Unwound,
Cecil Taylor,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Josef K,
Aloha Tigers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ohio Players,
Nas,
Easy Going,
Dennis Brown,
Junior Murvin,
Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Danielle Patucci,
Model 500,
Public Enemy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlback,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Misunderstood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Graham Central Station,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kayak,
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
Scion,
Country Teasers,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.