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 Belgium and from New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
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 sitar 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 Black Pus to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Althea and Donna,
R.M.O.,
Darondo,
Lalann,
Yellowson,
David Axelrod,
The New Christs,
The Kinks,
Cameo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Searchers,
Harmonia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chrome,
Deepchord,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mars,
Theoretical Girls,
the Normal,
Graham Central Station,
Archie Shepp,
The Fall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lungfish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The J.B.'s,
Icehouse,
kango's stein massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Happenings,
The Mummies,
Brand Nubian,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Near,
Sixth Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Negative Approach,
Minor Threat,
Simply Red,
Black Bananas,
Iggy Pop,
Ronan,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Clarke,
Warsaw,
The Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Moon,
Connie Case,
Flamin' Groovies,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.