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 Belarus and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rakim to the dance 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Swell Maps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quantec,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
Roxy Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Desert Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
The Music Machine,
Severed Heads,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Skatalites,
Depeche Mode,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sällskapet,
Freddie Wadling,
Lungfish,
Con Funk Shun,
Funkadelic,
Eurythmics,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Standells,
Colin Newman,
Das Ding,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
H. Thieme,
Alice Coltrane,
Pagans,
Ituana,
Gang Starr,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Bronski Beat,
Junior Murvin,
Judy Mowatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Wake,
Niagra,
cv313,
Traffic Nightmare,
The American Breed,
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley,
Isaac Hayes,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.