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 Malta and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slave to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Ronan,
Black Bananas,
Sex Pistols,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Audionom,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eden Ahbez,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Panda Bear,
Hot Snakes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mo-Dettes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
Blake Baxter,
Kayak,
Royal Trux,
The Victims,
Ice-T,
The Pop Group,
Rotary Connection,
The Red Krayola,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Golliwogs,
UT,
Stetsasonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tommy Roe,
Zapp,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Sherman,
Neu!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris Corsano,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MC5,
Warren Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
the Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Invisible,
Bronski Beat,
Black Moon,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lyres,
Pantaleimon,
Donald Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft 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.