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 Latvia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Wire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cluster,
Moebius,
Matthew Bourne,
Silicon Teens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alice Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
Bootsy Collins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Litter,
Unrelated Segments,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moleskins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doors,
MC5,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Symarip,
Index,
Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
Hardrive,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lakeside,
Roxy Music,
Charles Mingus,
The Cure,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
the Fania All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Jimmy McGriff,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Niagra,
OOIOO,
Mandrill,
Anthony Braxton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gichy Dan,
The Motions,
The Happenings,
Khruangbin,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.