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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rites of Spring to the crunk 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
D'Angelo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
R.M.O.,
Ten City,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Remains,
New York Dolls,
Newcleus,
Thompson Twins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Robert Görl,
Byron Stingily,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yaz,
ABC,
Symarip,
Metal Thangz,
The Moleskins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacques Brel,
EPMD,
Rapeman,
Second Layer,
Quantec,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
a-ha,
Lungfish,
Franke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aural Exciters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Evens,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare,
JFA,
John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers,
Heaven 17,
Youth Brigade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
H. Thieme,
Nils Olav,
David McCallum,
Scratch Acid,
The Mojo Men,
Lakeside,
Aaron Thompson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deepchord,
Public Enemy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donny Hathaway,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.