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 Comoros and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Subhumans to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moleskins,
The Names,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rakim,
The Cramps,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Desert Stars,
Scan 7,
The Dave Clark Five,
10cc,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maurizio,
Y Pants,
OOIOO,
Con Funk Shun,
La Düsseldorf,
Rotary Connection,
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party,
Au Pairs,
Mr. Review,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Pus,
Mantronix,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ituana,
Scrapy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Nas,
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reuben Wilson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magma,
Bush Tetras,
Gabor Szabo,
Niagra,
Angry Samoans,
Erykah Badu,
X-102,
Dead Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Swell Maps,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lakeside,
Pantaleimon,
Eddi Front,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.