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 Fiji and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Litter to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
The Martian,
Fad Gadget,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
T. Rex,
The Victims,
Ultravox,
Johnny Osbourne,
The J.B.'s,
The Fall,
Darondo,
Lalann,
Eden Ahbez,
Donny Hathaway,
Animal Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Crash Course in Science,
Leonard Cohen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
The Techniques,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fatback Band,
Y Pants,
Mandrill,
Little Man,
Black Bananas,
Brick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
CMW,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Motions,
Magma,
Black Flag,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sound,
Scott Walker,
The Blues Magoos,
Gichy Dan,
Pantytec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slick Rick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radio Birdman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Niagra,
Quadrant,
Blancmange,
Motorama,
Ten City,
Bobby Sherman,
Section 25,
the Swans,
The Vogues,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.