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 Mali and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos,
Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
The Associates,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Marine Girls,
MC5,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
Erasure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bad Manners,
Ronan,
The Cramps,
F. McDonald,
Al Stewart,
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxette,
Whodini,
Accadde A,
The Mojo Men,
Von Mondo,
The Birthday Party,
AZ,
Y Pants,
Symarip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scan 7,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Terry,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Subhumans,
Skaos,
Infiniti,
Aaron Thompson,
Das Ding,
UT,
June of 44,
Roger Hodgson,
Lindisfarne,
Theoretical Girls,
Pole,
Robert Hood,
Sex Pistols,
Audionom,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Residents,
Flash Fearless,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.