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 Russia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Terrestrial Tones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Durutti Column,
Livin' Joy,
Public Enemy,
Absolute Body Control,
Circle Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moleskins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tim Buckley,
Don Cherry,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maleditus Sound,
Outsiders,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Style,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Pus,
Infiniti,
Excepter,
Joyce Sims,
Procol Harum,
Pantytec,
Blake Baxter,
Nico,
Sun Ra,
Moby Grape,
Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Dark Day,
Archie Shepp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Howard Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minnie Riperton,
Scion,
The Slackers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Darondo,
FM Einheit,
Yusef Lateef,
Funky Four + One,
CMW,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.