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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the disco 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Fugazi,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Panda Bear,
Accadde A,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Goldenarms,
Robert Görl,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Audionom,
Fluxion,
The Associates,
Ludus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Banda Bassotti,
The Young Rascals,
Nils Olav,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Carl Craig,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pulsallama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Max Romeo,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zapp,
The Cramps,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rod Modell,
B.T. Express,
The Move,
Jacques Brel,
Vladislav Delay,
The Evens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soulsonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
Lee Hazlewood,
Michelle Simonal,
Negative Approach,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Hill,
La Düsseldorf,
Amazonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Average White Band,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.