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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Depeche Mode,
Suicide,
Gang of Four,
K-Klass,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Connie Case,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
The Busters,
Swans,
The Selecter,
Morten Harket,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Accadde A,
Sonic Youth,
Yazoo,
E-Dancer,
Maurizio,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
The Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Pylon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lindisfarne,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Symarip,
The Dirtbombs,
June of 44,
Japan,
Average White Band,
Niagra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pere Ubu,
Hot Snakes,
The Angels of Light,
Warsaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zero Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Tres Demented,
A Certain Ratio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wire,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.