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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Sheep to the rap 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pulsallama,
Camouflage,
Bang On A Can,
Judy Mowatt,
New Order,
Spoonie Gee,
Monolake,
MC5,
Underground Resistance,
Letta Mbulu,
D'Angelo,
Make Up,
Pierre Henry,
Popol Vuh,
Kaleidoscope,
Scrapy,
The Mummies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skarface,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-101,
Inner City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stiv Bators,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
James White and The Blacks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ice-T,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Desert Stars,
Icehouse,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Flag,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Duran Duran,
Guru Guru,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Morten Harket,
Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Fluxion,
Jawbox,
AZ,
Patti Smith,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.