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 Guyana and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crash Course in Science to the jazz 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Kaleidoscope,
Cal Tjader,
The Walker Brothers,
Ituana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minnie Riperton,
Eve St. Jones,
Bluetip,
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alison Limerick,
Sandy B,
Rapeman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kayak,
Camberwell Now,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Clear Light,
Crime,
Josef K,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-101,
Faraquet,
a-ha,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mummies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boredoms,
Alphaville,
Wally Richardson,
This Heat,
Robert Hood,
FM Einheit,
Qualms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Loose Ends,
Audionom,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ohio Players,
Dark Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Style,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.