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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
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 Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Al Stewart to the disco 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reuben Wilson,
CMW,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fad Gadget,
Tim Buckley,
Sonic Youth,
Siglo XX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Divine Comedy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Connie Case,
MC5,
Second Layer,
MDC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flipper,
The Fortunes,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
EPMD,
Reagan Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Byron Stingily,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends,
Robert Hood,
PIL,
Whodini,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Busters,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
Harmonia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
The Fugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deadbeat,
Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiohead,
Kerri Chandler,
Symarip,
Jandek,
Joe Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Unrelated Segments,
Soulsonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Bluetip,
Carl Craig,
Wire,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.