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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amazonics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Style,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scratch Acid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
Guru Guru,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cybotron,
Fela Kuti,
Harry Pussy,
Gichy Dan,
Wings,
Skaos,
China Crisis,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sound,
Sällskapet,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantaleimon,
The Associates,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
E-Dancer,
Accadde A,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reagan Youth,
ABBA,
The Black Dice,
Alice Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Wally Richardson,
Agent Orange,
FM Einheit,
Mars,
Royal Trux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eddi Front,
Rakim,
Das Ding,
La Düsseldorf,
Minutemen,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
K-Klass,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Von Mondo,
June Days,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Ohio Players,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.