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 Switzerland and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joe Smooth to the funk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement,
U.S. Maple,
Sällskapet,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers,
Warsaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Outsiders,
Rosa Yemen,
The Wake,
Jeff Lynne,
Bad Manners,
Robert Hood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bob Dylan,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
The Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Sarah Menescal,
ABC,
Girls At Our Best!,
D'Angelo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Names,
Altered Images,
Aswad,
The Real Kids,
Erasure,
Man Eating Sloth,
PIL,
The Pretty Things,
Lyres,
UT,
The Music Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funkadelic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag,
Bang On A Can,
Quadrant,
Brand Nubian,
10cc,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.