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 Samoa and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brand Nubian to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Animal Collective,
Mad Mike,
The Five Americans,
June Days,
The Pretty Things,
Quantec,
The Residents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Michelle Simonal,
The Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Mandrill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cure,
Loose Ends,
Sam Rivers,
Q65,
Sarah Menescal,
Dead Boys,
Zero Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nik Kershaw,
Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Ohio Players,
T. Rex,
Massinfluence,
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman,
The Fugs,
Duran Duran,
Camouflage,
Youth Brigade,
Suburban Knight,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
UT,
Simply Red,
Dark Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chrome,
Nils Olav,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Outsiders,
Alison Limerick,
Rapeman,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Lynne,
The Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.