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 Niger and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Tomorrow to the jazz 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blues Magoos,
Thompson Twins,
Junior Murvin,
Bob Dylan,
The Slackers,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kurtis Blow,
Brick,
The Real Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Mark Hollis,
Jacques Brel,
Aural Exciters,
Siglo XX,
The Cowsills,
The Stooges,
Kerri Chandler,
Au Pairs,
Blossom Toes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mantronix,
The Detroit Cobras,
Howard Jones,
Lalann,
Soft Machine,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Christie,
Eddi Front,
Neu!,
Kas Product,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jandek,
the Bar-Kays,
Nik Kershaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hardrive,
The Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Letta Mbulu,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fugs,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grauzone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faraquet,
Dark Day,
Boredoms,
Pere Ubu,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brass Construction,
Gastr Del Sol,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.