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 Jamaica and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
10cc,
Grauzone,
Susan Cadogan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brick,
Jandek,
The Angels of Light,
Guru Guru,
Black Bananas,
Animal Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
The Cowsills,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Camberwell Now,
DNA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Misunderstood,
Alton Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
Wasted Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ossler,
the Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-101,
Royal Trux,
David Axelrod,
Roxette,
Roger Hodgson,
Godley & Creme,
T. Rex,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dawn Penn,
David Bowie,
Supertramp,
Tim Buckley,
The Kinks,
June Days,
Man Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül II,
Spoonie Gee,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Teasers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maleditus Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.