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 Mauritania and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minnie Riperton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Style,
Yaz,
The Neon Judgement,
Surgeon,
Joyce Sims,
Yusef Lateef,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hot Snakes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonic Youth,
the Sonics,
Jandek,
Trumans Water,
Icehouse,
Newcleus,
Nik Kershaw,
Moebius,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
Soul Sonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
The Gories,
Brass Construction,
The Residents,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
Charles Mingus,
Schoolly D,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Sneak,
Public Image Ltd.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Hill,
The Move,
Warren Ellis,
The Cramps,
Donny Hathaway,
The Techniques,
Fluxion,
Quantec,
Man Parrish,
Eddi Front,
The Busters,
Arab on Radar,
Desert Stars,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers,
The Doors,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Byrd,
The Zeros,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.