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 Belize and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Malaria! to the crunk 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Simply Red,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sällskapet,
Alton Ellis,
June Days,
Bill Wells,
The Mummies,
Skarface,
Monks,
Marine Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Metal Thangz,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Albert Ayler,
Nico,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eve St. Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Japan,
The Fortunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scratch Acid,
Hoover,
Monolake,
Drexciya,
David McCallum,
The Fall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantaleimon,
Brick,
Supertramp,
Ten City,
Rites of Spring,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Techniques,
Maleditus Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Michelle Simonal,
Susan Cadogan,
Unrelated Segments,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
AZ,
Television Personalities,
Erykah Badu,
The Cramps,
The Monochrome Set,
The Martian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spoonie Gee,
The Real Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.