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 Ivory Coast and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Fraelich,
the Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter & Gordon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
FM Einheit,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers,
Aswad,
Excepter,
The Barracudas,
Model 500,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marmalade,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monochrome Set,
Steve Hackett,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kayak,
These Immortal Souls,
Yaz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alison Limerick,
Urselle,
Kas Product,
EPMD,
Bush Tetras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fluxion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantaleimon,
Peter and Kerry,
The Real Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Skatalites,
Delta 5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smoke,
The Last Poets,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Martian,
The Red Krayola,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Zeros,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Iggy Pop,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.