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 Georgia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Camberwell Now to the techno 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Juan Atkins,
Cymande,
Excepter,
Guru Guru,
Das Ding,
Visage,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Clear Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Halsall,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ludus,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Porter Ricks,
Rekid,
The Index,
Pussy Galore,
Hashim,
Skaos,
Cybotron,
Qualms,
James White and The Blacks,
Vainqueur,
The Grass Roots,
Alison Limerick,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hardrive,
Letta Mbulu,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul II Soul,
Basic Channel,
June of 44,
Mars,
Sam Rivers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Near,
Mr. Review,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cure,
Pantaleimon,
Brand Nubian,
Half Japanese,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gregory Isaacs,
Technova,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.