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 Czech Republic and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Mandrill,
Adolescents,
Soft Machine,
The Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Model 500,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donald Byrd,
Deepchord,
The Fall,
Whodini,
Davy DMX,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Move,
Brand Nubian,
Wings,
Funky Four + One,
Main Source,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sandy B,
CMW,
Cheater Slicks,
Oblivians,
Lungfish,
Junior Murvin,
The Victims,
Shoche,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
Country Teasers,
Agent Orange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
OOIOO,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Judy Mowatt,
The Raincoats,
a-ha,
X-102,
Aloha Tigers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
AZ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Subhumans,
John Lydon,
The Neon Judgement,
Rekid,
Radiohead,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants,
Khruangbin,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.