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 Portugal and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 The J.B.'s to the grunge 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Suburban Knight,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
Ronan,
The Red Krayola,
Thompson Twins,
Bang On A Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Rapeman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Trojans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott Heron,
F. McDonald,
Accadde A,
Chrome,
Archie Shepp,
Grey Daturas,
The Cure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Near,
Gichy Dan,
Eurythmics,
The Blackbyrds,
Henry Cow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül,
B.T. Express,
DJ Style,
The Gories,
The Move,
David Bowie,
Rites of Spring,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
Porter Ricks,
Juan Atkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Siglo XX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eden Ahbez,
Sixth Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
UT,
a-ha,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moby Grape,
Public Enemy,
World's Most,
Malaria!,
Susan Cadogan,
the Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.