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 Kazakhstan 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Donald Fagen 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 New Age Steppers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Metal Thangz,
Black Bananas,
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Supertramp,
The Alarm Clocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Divine Comedy,
June of 44,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unrelated Segments,
Masters at Work,
T.S.O.L.,
Tommy Roe,
Unwound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
Quantec,
A Certain Ratio,
Nirvana,
Smog,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dead Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Selecter,
The Litter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
Ken Boothe,
Arcadia,
Thompson Twins,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Womack,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
cv313,
John Foxx,
Lakeside,
X-102,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Wyatt,
Monolake,
Pole,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Offenders,
Malaria!,
Von Mondo,
Skaos,
Jerry's Kids,
The Evens,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.