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 Ethiopia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Los Fastidios to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Byrd,
EPMD,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tomorrow,
CMW,
The Durutti Column,
Brick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Whodini,
Stiv Bators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Underground Resistance,
The Zeros,
Tim Buckley,
New Order,
Donny Hathaway,
Bob Dylan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boredoms,
Hashim,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
The Grass Roots,
Fatback Band,
Joey Negro,
Massinfluence,
The Pop Group,
E-Dancer,
The Star Department,
The New Christs,
the Normal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nils Olav,
Black Pus,
Neil Young,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Vogues,
Tears for Fears,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Lynne,
Charles Mingus,
Sex Pistols,
The Smiths,
Ultravox,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Last Poets,
Ultra Naté,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Parry Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.