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 Thailand and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Neu! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cosmic Jokers,
KRS-One,
Animal Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dark Day,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Cabaret Voltaire,
LL Cool J,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Residents,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Near,
X-101,
Skaos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pagans,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Mantronix,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Grey Daturas,
K-Klass,
Arcadia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Surgeon,
The Shadows of Knight,
The United States of America,
Arab on Radar,
Niagra,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Foxx,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Dolphy,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
Todd Rundgren,
Theoretical Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronan,
DNA,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Teasers,
Nirvana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.