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 Saudi Arabia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grunge 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Toni Rubio,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Moon,
Dual Sessions,
The American Breed,
Liliput,
The Red Krayola,
Iggy Pop,
Faust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marmalade,
Mark Hollis,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radio Birdman,
Scan 7,
The Kinks,
The Dead C,
H. Thieme,
Eli Mardock,
The Standells,
Brand Nubian,
The Gun Club,
Roxy Music,
Yazoo,
Niagra,
Fugazi,
Roxette,
Absolute Body Control,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Seeds,
Monolake,
Charles Mingus,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Don Cherry,
Hoover,
Soft Machine,
Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cluster,
Severed Heads,
FM Einheit,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang of Four,
Suicide,
Warsaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Newcleus,
The United States of America,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sam Rivers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
Accadde A,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.