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 Russia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
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 808 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Aural Exciters,
The Selecter,
La Düsseldorf,
Little Man,
Letta Mbulu,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronan,
Pantaleimon,
Zapp,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Human League,
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy Collins,
Idris Muhammad,
MDC,
The Move,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bauhaus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
Barry Ungar,
Amazonics,
Section 25,
Pierre Henry,
New York Dolls,
Whodini,
The Standells,
Tommy Roe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
Blancmange,
World's Most,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-Ray Spex,
The Searchers,
Joey Negro,
The New Christs,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantytec,
Sparks,
Kerri Chandler,
K-Klass,
Camouflage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Dolphy,
The Victims,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.