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 San Marino and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
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 harpsichord 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 Zero Boys 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Circle Jerks,
The Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Freddie Wadling,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jawbox,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
The Vogues,
T.S.O.L.,
Blake Baxter,
Japan,
Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Crime,
ABC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerri Chandler,
Funky Four + One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
DJ Style,
Visage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Technova,
Pantytec,
The Five Americans,
The Grass Roots,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Loose Ends,
Groovy Waters,
Moebius,
Silicon Teens,
Subhumans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Duran Duran,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Ohio Players,
The Techniques,
Interpol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minutemen,
The Cowsills,
The Moody Blues,
Gong,
Young Marble Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monochrome Set,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.