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 Gabon and from London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bar-Kays to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mummies,
Yazoo,
Barclay James Harvest,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
The Index,
Q65,
The Smiths,
Bob Dylan,
OOIOO,
Nick Fraelich,
Lakeside,
Nils Olav,
Chrome,
Scion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Count Five,
Idris Muhammad,
The Skatalites,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arab on Radar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Livin' Joy,
Morten Harket,
Joe Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Angry Samoans,
Howard Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flash Fearless,
Swell Maps,
Wings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Symarip,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
Funky Four + One,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Amon Düül II,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
Hoover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Los Fastidios,
These Immortal Souls,
Glenn Branca,
Buzzcocks,
Fela Kuti,
Yusef Lateef,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.