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 Botswana and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Tears for Fears to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Lower 48,
Radiohead,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Teasers,
Minor Threat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Freddie Wadling,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Mills,
Nirvana,
Matthew Halsall,
The Invisible,
Rufus Thomas,
The Remains,
E-Dancer,
Eurythmics,
Kurtis Blow,
The Trojans,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
The Leaves,
The Skatalites,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delta 5,
the Bar-Kays,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
The Moody Blues,
Terry Callier,
Stereo Dub,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Wells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fela Kuti,
Massinfluence,
Pierre Henry,
Parry Music,
The Smiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
H. Thieme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Little Man,
Moebius,
Hasil Adkins,
Youth Brigade,
Skaos,
The Vogues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.