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 Egypt and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blossom Toes to the grunge 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
Warsaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gichy Dan,
Porter Ricks,
Fugazi,
The Neon Judgement,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Style,
Chrome,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Second Layer,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
The Durutti Column,
Can,
The Skatalites,
the Bar-Kays,
Goldenarms,
Gang of Four,
Unwound,
Icehouse,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Suicide,
Lakeside,
Hashim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
Junior Murvin,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Essential Logic,
Thompson Twins,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
Stetsasonic,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
Jeff Mills,
The Buckinghams,
Mars,
Darondo,
Ice-T,
Ten City,
Technova,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David McCallum,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.