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 India and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Vogues to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Oneida,
Deadbeat,
Donny Hathaway,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aural Exciters,
The Raincoats,
Circle Jerks,
Crime,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
Lyres,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moody Blues,
Tom Boy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABC,
Matthew Bourne,
The American Breed,
Pulsallama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lucky Dragons,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B,
Section 25,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Neon Judgement,
The Leaves,
Patti Smith,
Nils Olav,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doors,
Mr. Review,
U.S. Maple,
Fluxion,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Second Layer,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Flash Fearless,
EPMD,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.