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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 The Barracudas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Agitation Free,
Althea and Donna,
Saccharine Trust,
Brass Construction,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Durutti Column,
The Victims,
John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quantec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Lydon,
Unrelated Segments,
Colin Newman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Man Parrish,
Liliput,
The J.B.'s,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Beau Brummels,
Masters at Work,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siglo XX,
The Fugs,
Goldenarms,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
Television Personalities,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD,
Minutemen,
Sight & Sound,
Monks,
AZ,
The Slackers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Searchers,
Sparks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mad Mike,
The Cure,
Alphaville,
Deadbeat,
Josef K,
Eddi Front,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.